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´re 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

Oh, I won´t 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 won´t 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 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 the other dolls they do