Mom read me a tale where
A couple kids, one girl and a sailor
Met a boy in green, I thought it'd be me
But I guess that dream wasn't meant to be like
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Fairytales are not the truth
What am I supposed to do? (Mm-mm, mm)
I guess Peter Pan was right
Growing up's a waste of time
So I think I'll fly away