| Guess there’s something wrong with me
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| Guess I don’t fit in
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| No one wants to touch it
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| No one knows where to begin
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| I’ve got more than one membership
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| To more than one club
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| And I owe my life
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| To the people that I love
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| He looks me up and down
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| Like he knows what time it is
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| Like he’s got my number
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| Like he thinks it’s his
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| He says
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| Call me, Miss Difranco
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| If there’s anything I can do
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| I say
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| It’s Mr. Difranco to you
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| Some days the line I walk
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| Turns out to be straight
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| Other days the line tends to
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| Deviate
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| I’ve got no criteria for sex or race
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| I just want to hear your voice
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| I just want to see your face
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| She looks me up and down
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| Like she thinks that I’ll mature
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| Like she’s got my number
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| Like it belongs to her
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| She says
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| Call me, Ms. Difranco
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| If there’s anything I can do
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| I say, I’ve got spots
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| I’ve got
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| Stripes, too
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| Their eyes are all asking
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| Are you in, or are you out
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| And I think, oh man
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| What is this about?
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| I mean tonight you can’t put me
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| Up on any shelf
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| Cause I came here alone
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| I’m gonna leave by myself
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| I just want to show you
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| The way that I feel
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| And when I get tired
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| You can take the wheel
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| To me what’s more important
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| Is the person that I bring
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| Not just getting to the same restaurant
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| And eating the same thing
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| Guess there’s something wrong with me
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| Guess I don’t fit in
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| No one wants to touch it
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| No one knows where to begin
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| I’ve more than one membership
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| To more than one club
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| And I owe my life to the people that I love |