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      some days 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 restaurant   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