Paula Cole - Bethlehem

^CPulling on the apron strings looking up ^Fadd9Standing on the chair to be grown up I ^Dmfeel so little, I need my pillow ^GI hate the time, I hate the clock, I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock ^CSunday's pancakes Miss Mary Mack ^Fadd9Color Polariods show my heart attack In my ^Csecond-hand pants and dusty shoes The ^Fadd9day that the playground laughed at my shoes It's my ^Dmbirthday next week and what I want please Is to ^Gturn on the heat so the fish won't freeze The ^Fadd9fish in the tank froze and died last week Oh I ^Gwant to be a dog or I want to be a leaf

^CQuarry ^Gminers, f^Dmisher^Gmen ^Fadd9In my town of Bethlehe^Gm ^CPicket ^Gfences, c^Dmhurch at t^Gen No ^Fadd9star above my Bethlehem

Now I'm ^Conly 16 and I think I have an ulcer I'm ^Fadd9hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt I've ^Dmlost five pounds these past few days ^GTrying to be class president and get straight A's, Well, ^Fadd9who gives a shit about that anyway? I just^G want to be a dog or a lump of clay

^CQuarry ^Gminers,^Dm fish^Germen ^Fadd9In my town of Bethlehe^Gm ^CPicket ^Gfences,^Dm church ^Gat ten ^Fadd9No star above my ^GBethlehem

^Fadd9Still I'm tired of standing ^Dmstill Tired of living s^Dmtill Fadd9 Dm Fadd9-G Everyday I dream of leaving

^GEverybody's talking about Becky's bust The boy^Gs on the basketball team just fuck The sa^Dmme ten girls, who don't know who they are They're ^Glooking for some comfort in the back of a car The ^Fadd9six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers I don'^Gt want to be me, I don't want to be here

^CQuarry ^Gminers, ^Dmfisher^Gmen ^Fadd9In my town of Bethlehe^Gm ^CPicket ^Gfences, ^Dmchurch at ^Gten ^Fadd9No star above my Bethlehem C G Dm-G-Fadd9-G Red brick schoolhouse ^CDead end ^Gdirt roads, ^Dmdaffo^Gdils ^Fadd9No star above my ^GBethlehem

^Fadd9I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock^Fadd9 I don't ^Gwant to be me, I don't want to be here in ^CBethlehem.