Detectives are following me
Someone is chargin me a favour
I can't get out I hide between the clothes
This is going worse
It's the story of a hidden love
It's the story of a romance
I met Peter Pan, he had a white horse
And a face I've seen on TV
He invited me to dance, the warld was bright
And I stopped walking on the sun
And now I have to live hidden
And now I have a look
I'm tired of scaping from detectives
I'll end up crying if they leave him
I'm tired of playing with boys
I have a gun in the purse and I'm thinking of using it
I have a gun in the purse and I'm thinking of using it