Paula Cole - Bethlehem lyrics

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