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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 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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Somedays 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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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 restaraunt |
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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 |
