Paula Cole I Wanna Kiss You

I wanna kiss you. I wanna kiss you.

I wanna stop the conversation,

I wanna kiss you.

Oh, lie beside me now,

Funny papers, morning sunlight streams,

Oh fantasize me now,

I’ll kiss your neck and make your toast and tea,

Oh won’t you marry me?

I see a little church atop a hill.

But in the meantime I wanna lose my shame.

I wanna kiss you. I wanna kiss you.

I wanna stop the conversation.

I wanna kiss you. I wanna feel you.

I wanna feel you.

I wanna lean my body into yours.

I wanna feel you.

Oh believe me now,

Walk with me upon the path I see.

Oh a cozy home,

Nestled in an English garden scene.

You will write your books,

And I will paint my paintings by the sea.

But now I’ll be Lolita if you please.

I wanna kiss you. I wanna kiss you.

I wanna stop the conversation.

I wanna kiss you. I wanna hold you.

I wanna hold you.

I wanna wrestle you down to the ground.

Oh…

I wanna kiss you. I wanna kiss you.

I wanna stop the conversation.

I wanna kiss you. I wanna have you.

I wanna have you.

I wanna be a possessive girl.

I wanna have you.

Hold you, hurt you, love you, need you, love you, wrestle you down to the ground,

Bite you, love you, hold you,

I wanna kiss you.

Paula Cole Waiting On A Miracle

A tree it grows in Brooklyn, the force it grows in me,

I’m cracking up the concrete of a life that nearly killed me.

A woman’s just a man away from Welfare so they say,

And Lord I know it to be true, when you’re married by the State.

Yes I’m waiting on a miracle, yes I’m waiting for the sun to shine in,

Waiting, on a miracle, yes I’m waiting for the sun to shine in.

No restraining order, what a fool was she,

A trusting small-town innocent in love with mystery,

You can take the boy from the ghetto, but the ghetto from the boy?

I guess he won his fool’s gold from another woman’s life.

Yes I’m waiting on a miracle, yes I’m waiting for the sun to shine in,

Waiting, on a miracle, yes I’m waiting for the sun to shine in.

Thank you for the laughter, thank you for these tears,

Thank you for my daughter and teaching me no fear,

The money never mattered, just to pay to get us free,

I have my girl, now leave my world, good luck back on the street.

Yes I’m waiting on a miracle, yes I’m waiting for the sun to shine in,

Waiting on a miracle, waiting for the sun to shine in.

Paula Cole I Am So Ordinary

I nearly died I suicided softly

I saw her shadow through the cafe window

I watched you lean across the table

I watched you whisper in her ear

And she is your holy Mary

And I am so ordinary

And you can use me if you want to

I know you need me just like an old soft shoe

She looks like me but a bit prettier

She’s a skater and a ballet dancer

I saw her on your motorcycle

In the seat I thought was meant for me

[Chorus]

And when your mother came to Boston you disappeared

And then I saw you three together

I guess she makes the best impression

With her charming femininity…

[Chorus]

Oh but I am the one you will call when alone

And I am the one who will give when she’s gone

And so I give

So I give

I tell myself that love is truly giving

Somehow I justify this

Hoping you will understand me

Hoping you will love me back

And she is your holy Mary

And I am so ordinary

And she is your Queen Cleopatra

And I’m just your morning after

And she is your Star Spangled Banner

And I am just Frere Jaque

And you can lose me if you want to

And I am so ordinary

Paula Cole Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?

One two three four

Oh you get me ready

In your ’56 Chevy

Why don’t we go sit down in the shade

Take shelter on my front porch

The dandelion sun scorching

Like a glass of cold lemonade

I will do the laundry

If you pay all the bills

Where is my John Wayne

Where is my prairie song

Where is my happy ending

Where have all the cowboys gone

Why don’t you stay the evening

Kick back and watch the T.V.

And I’ll fix a little something to eat

Ohh I know your back hurts

From working on the tractor

How do you take your coffee my sweet

I will raise the children

If you pay all the bills

Where is my John Wayne

Where is my prairie song

Where is my happy ending

Where have all the cowboys gone

I am wearing my new dress tonight

But you don’t, but you don’t even notice me

Say our goodbyes

Say our goodbyes

Say our goodbyes

We finally sell the Chevy

When we had another baby

And you took that job in Tennessee

You made friends at the farm

And you join them at the bar

Almost every single day of the week

I will wash the dishes

While you go have a beer

Where is my John Wayne

Where is my prairie song

Where is my happy ending

Where have all the cowboys gone

Where is my Marlboro Man

Where is his shiny gun

Where is my lonely ranger

Where have all the cowboys gone

Where have all the cowboys gone

Where have all the cowboys gone

Paula Cole Scream

Everyone is happy here

Until you walk in

Tossing your poison around and

Silencing with your toxicity

You cannot hear me scream.

Morning routines, bedtime routines,

Going through our motions here

Living inside the romanticizing,

That trapped us in a wicked dream.

I have lost my scream.

I am all alone on the rooftops

Wanting to fall.

I will let the wind hold my body

Drowning me out.

Can’t believe, can’t believe,

I’m back here at the table,

Watching your crooked ways

As you sashay through the kitchen scene,

God where is my scream?

I am all alone on the rooftops,

Wanting to fall.

I will let the wind into my heart

and devour these killing thoughts.

Somehow, somehow,

I’ve gotta pull myself through this,

There is a way to peace,

Discovering the dormant beast.

The one lost in my scream.

Open up my feelings.

God where is my scream?

Paula Cole Somethin’ I’ve Gotta Say

I lost but I did not lose the lesson,

No, I was so lonely there at the top of my mountain,

And I can be the Joan of Arc of courage,

But with one touch of lust I crumbled in his arms.

Maybe I don’t understand what it takes to make it last,

It doesn’t help when little girls are pushed too far and too damned fast,

They grow up to be the woman dancing in a cage,

And learning too late the acquiescing turns to rage.

There’s somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

Somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

Somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

Somethin’ I’ve gotta say.

What I love is also what I hate.

This music kills me then forces me to stand up straight,

So don’t confuse positivity for naïveté,

The great ones walked through hell to become that way.

And oh my God the tests get harder,

My love and I are torn apart,

Why do I feel I must choose between my music and my heart,

Futile pressure running on this hamster wheel,

I will walk down the path of motherhood I feel.

There’s somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

Somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

Somethin’ I’ve gotta say, say, say, say.

All my life I strove to be the first one in my family to achieve,

Grab a hold of that brass ring,

But money’s so empty, the road will leave you lonelier than lonely, I’m sorry,

I learned my lesson late in life and love, forgive me.

There’s somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

Somethin’ I’ve gotta say,

There’s somethin’ I’ve gotta say, in my life, in my time, talking about it.

There’s somethin’ I’ve gotta say, say, say, say and today’s gonna be my day.

Paula Cole Hush, Hush, Hush

Long white arms

losing their strength and form

sixty-year man on twenty year old skin

skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth

look to your father for some support

hush, hush, hush

says your daddy’s touch

sleep sleep sleep

says the hundredth sheep

peace peace peace

may you go in peace

cruel old joke

waited so long to show

the one that you wanted wasn’t a girl

all your life

you kept it hidden inside

now when you step you stumble, you die

[Refrain]

oh maye next time

you’ll be Henry VIII

wake up tomorrow

and dawn to the great

open your eyes

and a new life will begin

oh maybe next you’ll begin with a chance

hush hush hush

hush hush hush

hush hush hush

oh hush hush hush

oh hush

Paula Cole Black Boots

Why do you think she wears those black boots?

Why do you think she dyes her hair black?

She’s awfully insecure

She’s trying to be cool

She’s hoping to be more in those black boots

Why do I think I wear these black boots?

Why do I wear three pairs of black boots?

I feel a little stronger

I feel a little taller

I identify with the color

I like myself in these black boots

Paula Cole I Don’t Want To Wait

So open up your morning light,

And say a little prayer for right

You know that if we are to stay alive

Then see the peace in every eye…

doo doo doo doo do doo do

do do doo doo doo doo dooo doo ooh

She had two babies, one was six months, one was three

In the war of ’44…

Every telephone ring, every heartbeat stinging

When she thought it was God calling her

Oh, would her son grow to know his father?

[CHORUS:]

I don’t want to wait for our lives to be over,

I want to know right now, what will it be?

I don’t want to wait for our lives to be over,

Will it be yes or will it be…sorry?

doo doo oooh doo ooh do do ooh

He showed up all wet on the rainy front step

Wearing shrapnel in his skin

And the war he saw lives inside him still,

It’s so hard to be gentle and warm

The years pass by and now he has granddaughters

[CHORUS]

You look at me from across the room

You’re wearing your anguish again

Believe me I know the feeling

It sucks you into the jaws of anger(oooooooh)

So breathe a little more deeply my love

All we have is this very moment

And I don’t want to do what his father,

And his father, and his father did,

I want to be here now

So open up your morning light,

And say a little prayer for right

You know that if we are to stay alive,

And see the peace in every eye…

[CHORUS x2]

doo doo doo dooo oooh do dooo doo

doo doo doo dooo do doooo oooh

doo doo doo do dooo do do

So open up your morning light,

And say a little prayer for right

You know that if we are to stay alive

Then see the love in every eye…

Paula Cole Strong Beautiful Woman

Strong, beautiful woman, oh so don’t let the world get you down,

Look within yourself and remember who you are.

Ten years old in braids and skirts, I’m flying down the hill,

Down the street to Grandma’s house, I step inside her world.

First she’d hold me, feed me, scold me, patiently she’d heed my moaning,

Then she’d sit me down and tell me this.

You’ll be a strong, beautiful woman, and I won’t let the world let you down.

Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.

You’ll be a strong, beautiful woman, and I won’t let the world let you down.

Look within yourself and remember who you are.

Twenty-six and leading the band, the troubadour traveling show.

Working in a world of men, broken-hearted and alone.

I lift my head up just long enough to cease self-pitying and doubt,

I feel her spirit with me now.

You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.

Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.

You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.

Look within yourself and remember, who you are.

Decades come and decades go, the thirties, forties, on it goes,

Seems I’m always holding on to this.

You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.

Look within yourself and remember who carried you forth.

You are a strong, beautiful woman, so don’t let the world let you down.

Look within yourself and remember who you are.