guess there's something wrong with me

guess I don't fit in

no one wants to touch it

no one knows where to begin

I've got more than one membership

to more than one club

and I owe my life

to the people that I love



he looks me up and down

like he knows what time it is

like he's got my number

like he thinks it's his

he says,

call me, Miss DiFranco,

if there's anything I can do

I say,

It's Mr. DiFranco to you



somedays the line I walk

turns out to be straight

other days the line tends to

deviate

I've got no criteria for sex or race

I just want to hear your voice

I just want to see your face



She looks me up and down

like she thinks that I'll mature

like she's got my number

like it belongs to her

she says,

call me, Ms. DiFranco

if there's anything I can do

I say, I've got spots

I've got

stripes, too



their eyes are all asking

are you in, or are you out

and I think, oh man,

what is this about?

tonight you can't put me

up on any shelf

'cause I came here alone

I'm gonna leave by myself



I just want to show you

the way that I feel

and when I get tired

you can take the wheel

to me what's more important

is the person that I bring

not just getting to the same restaraunt

and eating the same thing



guess there's something wrong with me

guess I don't fit in

no one wants to touch it

no one knows where to begin

I've more than one membership

to more than one club

and I owe my life to the people that I love