Bethlehem (Remastered Version|Explicit) - 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 sh*t 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 f**k
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
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
