Peter, can I go back home? I flew here under false pretense I thought it would be fun But the lost boys have all moved away And one of them is locked up I know you think you’re still a child, But I couldn’t give a fuck; you’re twenty-one
Oh, Peter, I can dream no more I’ve been chasing all of yours I’ve forgotten what it was that I wanted That I want
Oh, I won’t be your doll So please don’t you 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 it’s not with us
Oh, I won’t be your doll So please don’t you ask me to You see, I don’t look so good in yellow Like other dolls they do
Oh, Peter He walks beside the lake While I lay beside an empty space Waiting for the sirens Waiting for the sirens
Oh, I won’t be your doll So please don’t you ask me to
You see, I don’t look so good in yellow Like other dolls they do