Текст песни Paula Cole - Bethlehem
Paula Cole - Bethlehem слова песни
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