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 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, they...