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