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 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.
Esus
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.