Peter - Otto's Daughter

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