- Paula Cole Bethlehem 歌詞
- 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
Sundays 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
Its my birthday next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the fish wont 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 Im only 16 and I think I have an ulcer
Im hiding my *** behind a dirty sweat****rt
Ive lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be class president and get straight As, well,
Who gives a ****t about that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a lump of clay
Chorus
Still Im tired of standing still
Tired of living - still
Everyday I dream of leaving
Everybodys talking about Beckys bust
The boys on the basketball team just ****
The same ten girls, who dont know who they are
Theyre looking for some comfort in the back of a car
The six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers
I dont want to be me, I dont want to be here
Chorus
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 dont want to be me, I dont want to be here
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