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 your 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 Ive forgotten what it was that I wanted That I want
Oh I wont be your doll So please don't ask me to You see 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 its not with us
Oh I wont be your doll So please don't you ask me too You see I don't look so good in yellow 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
Oh i wont be your doll So please don't you ask me too I wont shut my little painted face Like all your other dolls they do Like all the other dolls they do