don’t take it too bad
it’s nothing you did
just once something dies,
you can’t make it live
you’re a beautiful boy,
you’re a sweet little kid,
but i am a woman
peter: love?
wendy: love.
peter: i have never heard of it.
wendy: i think you have, peter. i daresay you’ve felt it yourself… for something…or someone.
peter: never. even the sound of it offends me.
