IRC-Galleria

I 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 just want more than one membership to more than one club 'cause 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: "You know, I've got spots. Mind if I've got stripes, too?"

Their eyes are all asking "are you in, or are you out?". And I think, "Erm, what is this about?" I mean. Tonight you can't put me up on any shelf 'cause I came here alone and 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, 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 just want more than one membership to more than one club 'cause I owe my life to the people that I love.