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guess there's something wrong with meguess I don't fit inno one wants to touch itno one knows where to begin
I've got more than one membershipto more than one cluband I owe my lifeto the people that I lovehe looks me up and downlike he knows what time it islike he's got my numberlike he thinks it's hishe says,call me, Miss Di
Franco,if there's anything I can do
I say,
It's Mr. Di
Franco to yousomedays the line I walkturns out to be straightother days the line tends todeviate
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 downlike she thinks that I'll maturelike she's got my numberlike it belongs to hershe says,call me, Ms. Di
Francoif there's anything I can do
I say, I've got spots
I've gotstripes, tootheir eyes are all askingare you in, or are you outand I think, oh man,what is this about?tonight you can't put meup on any shelf'cause I came here alone
I'm gonna leave by myself
I just want to show youthe way that I feeland when I get tiredyou can take the wheelto me what's more importantis the person that I bringnot just getting to the same restarauntand eating the same thingguess there's something wrong with meguess I don't fit inno one wants to touch itno one knows where to begin
I've more than one membershipto more than one cluband I owe my life to the people that I love
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