Bethlehem (Explicit)
Paula Cole"Bethlehem (Explicit)" is a song by Paula Cole, released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:23 long and contains 36 lines and 294 words.
Lyrics
0:21Pulling on the apron strings looking up
0:27Standing on the chair to be grown up
0:32I feel so little I need my pillow
0:37I hate the time I hate the clock
0:40I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
0:43Sunday's pancakes Miss Mary Mack
0:48Color Polaroids show my heart attack
0:53In my second-hand pants and dusty shoes
0:59The day that the playground laughed at my shoes
1:04It's my birthday next week and what I want please
1:09Is to turn on the heat so the fish won't freeze
1:15The fish in the tank froze and died last week
1:20Oh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf
1:26Quarry miners fishermen
1:31In my town of Bethlehem
1:36Picket fences church at ten
1:41No star above my Bethlehem
1:47Now I'm only 16 and I think I have an ulcer
1:52I'm hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
1:58I've lost five pounds these past few days
2:03Trying to be class president and get straight A's
2:08Well who gives a sh*t about that anyway
2:13I want to be a dog or a lump of clay
2:43Still I'm tired of standing
2:46Still tired of living
2:52Still everyday I dream of leaving
3:06Everybody's talking about Becky's bust
3:11The boys on the basketball team just f**k
3:13The same ten girls who don't know who they are
3:18They're looking for some comfort in the back of a car
3:24The six-packs of beer the locker room jeers
3:29I don't want to be me I don't want to be here
4:07Dead end dirt roads daffodils
4:12No star above my Bethlehem
4:18I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
4:23I don't want to be me I don't want to be here Bethlehem
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
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