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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 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 you don't ask me to You see I don't look so good in yellow Like other dolls, they do Like other dolls, they do Oh, Peter I am not naïve 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 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 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 your other dolls, they do They do |