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silentbob
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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 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, "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?" tonight you can't put me up on any shelf, 'cause i came here alone. 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 more than one membership to more than one club, and i owe my life to the people that i love.
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