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
  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 worst thing I could do