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. But I don't steal and I don't lie But I can feel and I can cry. Infact I'll bet you never knew But to cry in front of you That's the worst thing I could do.