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 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 can cry
In fact I bet you never knew
But to cry in front of you
That's the worst thing, I could do