There areworse 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 [bad word]  
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 achance
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 [bad word] [bad word] 

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