Bethlehem - Paula Cole

Pulling on the apron strings looking up

Standing on the chair to be grown up

I feel so little, I need my pillow

I hate time I hate the clock

I wanna be a dog or I wanna be a rock

Sunday’s pancakes, Miss mary mack

Color polaroids show my heart attack

In my second hand pants and dusty shoes

The day that the playground laughed at my shoes

Its 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 wanna be a dog or I wanna be a leaf

Quarry miners fisherman in my town of bethlehem

Picket fences church at ten no star above my bethlehem

Now im only 16 and I think I have an ulcer

I’m hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt

I’ve lost 5 pounds these past few days

Trying to be class president and get straight a’s

Well who gives a shit about that anyway

I just wanna be a dog or a lump of clay

Quarry miners fisherman in my town of bethlehem

Picket fences church at ten no star above my bethlehem

Still, I’m tired of standing still

I’m tired of living still

Everyday i dream of leaving

Everyone’s talking about Becky’s bust

The boys on the basketball just fuck

The same ten girls who dont know who they are

They’re looking for some comfort in the back of a car

The six pack of beer, the locker room jeers

I don’t wanna be me I dont wanna be here

Quarry miners fisherman in my town of bethlehem

Picket fences church at ten no star above my bethlehem

Red brick school house

Dead end dirt road, daffodils

No star above my bethlehem

I wanna be a dog or I wanna be a rock

I dont wanna be me, Idont wanna here in bethlehem