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 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 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 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 

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 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 

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