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's 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 Mister Right,
Take cold showers every day, Alt. (Sit and watch my hair turn gray)
And throw my life away
For 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.
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