There are worse things I could do, than go with a boy or two Even though the neighbourhood thinks I'm trashy and no good I suppose it could be true, but there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys, smile at them and bat my eyes Press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a chance Then refuse to see it through That's a thing I'd never do
I could stay home every night Wait around for Mr. Right Take cold showers every day, and throw my life away On a dream that won't come true
I could hurt someone like me, out of spite or jealousy I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I can cry A fact I'll bet you never knew But to cry in front of you, that's the worst thing I could do
