Bethlehem Lyrics - Singles - 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 the time, I hate the clock 

I want to be a dog or I want to 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 

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 miners, fishermen 

In my town of Bethlehem 

Picket fences, church 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's 

Well, who gives a shit about that anyway? 

I want to be a dog or a lump of clay 

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 girls, who don't know who they are 

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

The six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers 

I don't want to be me, I don't want to be here 

Still I'm tired of standing 

Still tired of living 

Still everyday I dream of leaving 

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodils 

No star above my Bethlehem 

I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock 

I don't want to be me, I don't want to be here, Bethlehem