Paula Cole - Bethlehem lyrics

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 s** behind a dirty sweatshirt I've lost five pounds these past few days Trying to be cla** president and get straight a's, well, Who gives a sh** 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 f** 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