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