In or Out

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, 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

She looks me up and down
Like she thinks that I'm 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, "I've got spots, I've got stripes too"

Their eyes are all asking
"Are you in, or are you out?"
And I think, oh man, 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 restaurant
And 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've got more than one membership to more than one club
And I, I owe my life to the people that I love