There are worse things I could do, than go with a boy or two Even though the neighborhood 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 everyday, 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 cry A fact I'll bet you never knew, but to cry in front of you, that's the worst thing I could do.
