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