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Bethlehem (Explicit)

Paula Cole
1995-10-064:23 minSynced lyrics

"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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