Paula Cole - Bethlehem lyrics
rate me
Pulling on the apron strings looking up
Standing on the chair to be grown up
I feel so littleI need my pillow
I hate the timeI hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
Sunday's pancakes miss mary mack
Color polariods show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and dusty shoes
The day that the playground laughed at my shoes
It's my birthday next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the fish won't freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died last week
Oh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf
Quarry minersfishermen
In my town of bethlehem
Picket fenceschurch at ten
No star above my bethlehem
Now I'm only 16 and I think I have an ulcer
I'm hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
I've lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be class president and get straight a'swell
Who gives a shit about that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a lump of clay
Chorus
Still I'm tired of standing still
Tired of living - still
Everyday I dream of leaving
Everybody's talking about becky's bust
The boys on the basketball team just fuck
The same ten girlswho don't know who they are
They're looking for some comfort in the back of a car
The six-packs of beerthe locker room jeers
I don't want to be meI don't want to be here
Chorus
Red brick schoolhousedead end dirt roadsdaffodils
No star above my bethlehem
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
I don't want to be meI don't want to be here
Bethlehem