Paula Cole - Bethlehem Lyrics
Pulling on the apron strings looking upStanding on the chair to be grown upI feel so little, I need my pillowI hate the time, I hate the clockI want to be a dog or I want to be a rockSundays pancakes miss mary mackColor polariods show my heart attackIn my second-hand pants and dusty shoesThe day that the playground laughed at my shoesIts my birthday next week and what I want pleaseIs to turn on the heat so the fish wont freezeThe fish in the tank froze and died last weekOh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leafQuarry miners, fishermenIn my town of bethlehemPicket fences, church at tenNo star above my bethlehemNow Im only 16 and I think I have an ulcerIm hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirtIve lost five pounds these past few daysTrying to be class president and get straight as, well,Who gives a shit about that anyway?I want to be a dog or a lump of clayChorusStill Im tired of standing stillTired of living - stillEveryday I dream of leavingEverybodys talking about beckys bustThe boys on the basketball team just *****The same ten girls, who dont know who they areTheyre looking for some comfort in the back of a carThe six-packs of beer, the locker room jeersI dont want to be me, I dont want to be hereChorusRed brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodilsNo star above my bethlehemI want to be a dog or I want to be a rockI dont want to be me, I dont want to be hereBethlehem
