Peter
Peter, can I go back home?
I flew here under false pretense
I thought it'd be fun
But the lost boys have all moved away
And one of them is locked up
I know you think you are still a child
But I couldn't give a fuck, you're twenty-one
Oh, Peter
I can dream no more
I have been chasing all of yours
I've forgotten what it was that I wanted
That I want
No, I won't be your doll
So, please, don't you ask me to
You see that I don't look so good in yellow
Like other dolls they do
Oh, Peter
I am not naive
I see the way you look at her
You don't do that for me
Oh, it must be love
And we both know it's not with us
No, I won't be your doll
So, please, don't you ask me to
You see that I don't look so good in yellow
Like other dolls they do
Like other dolls they do
Oh, Peter
He walks beside the lake
Why I lay beside an empty space
Waiting for the sirens
Just waiting for the sirens
No, I won't be your doll
So, please, don't you ask me too
I won't shut my little painted face
Like all your other dolls they do
Like all your other dolls they do
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