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
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
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