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