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.

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 worse thing I could do