My Wendy Moira was pouring wet/ eye of the storm/ ain't the torrent that tore up that/ Cry out for more, she did/"I'm a good whore," she said, "please can I cum?"

I said "nuh uh"

(orgasmic moan)

No respect.

I am all for it/ she like when I tease it and torture it/ yes if you please/ whether sex on the floor, or we blow out the blow-up bed/ all that's important is she brought my aura back/ I thank the Lord for it.

Children think, "Peter Pan, he got the life"/ I've been tryin' to grow up/ I can't get it right/ and I'm frightened of grownups; the house and the wife and the Westminster dog (okay, THAT part I like)

Besides, Pirates, they're pedophiles...y'all see that, right?/When I fly you can bet those men leer at my tights/ When I finish this fight and get back to my Wendy, I have to insist she change this, permanently////

You wanted hooks, well I got em' for hours

I got em' for days/ Here's a taste of my powers:

Oh look, it's S'mee--Captain Hook's little bitch/ Even Tinkerbell laughs at what he calls a dick//

You want his hook? I took that for my trophy/ The rest of him went to that crocodile, mostly/

Oh look it's S'mee, Captain Hook's little bitch/ when he sees what I did to his master, he'll shit.

V2:

Crow with the roosters/ I'm me again/ I got my happy thought right at the moment I needed it// Free it went, where and when, I do not know; But a seed has been planted/ a tree finna grow//// I ride the sky and the light is my saddle/ inside me, compassion and apathy battle/ bloodshed and trauma: my mobile and rattle/ So dark I can be, I scared off my own shadow////

Neverland might be a place that you think is a game for your children to play/

But your children are staying on Little St. James/ Whatchu think that a thimble will save you from ritual pain?//// Do you rest better thinking the monster is dead and in hell? That we chopped his damn head off ourselves? Well we didn't, he ain't, and he ISN'T the brains-- Even MY dick gets stiff for that bad bitch Ghislaine////

You wanted hooks? Well I got em for hours

Oh my bad, I guess that the cameras lost power

Oh look, it's Jeffrey/ what's wrong with your neck?

I guess suicide don't look like I would expect it to....

You wanted hooks? Well I got em' for hours

I got em' for days, you're too fake

Let's be real.

Oh look it's me as I give you the hook again/ I'm Peter Pan at the end of the film.

(Nice to be in orbit)