Santana:
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 [bad word] But there are worse things I could do.

Cassandra:
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

Santana:
I could stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right
Take cold showers every day

Wade:
And throw my life away
On a dream that [bad word] [bad word] 
Cassandra:
I could hurt someone like me
Out of spite or jealousy

Wade:
I don't steal and I don't lie
But I can feel and I can cry

Santana:
fact I'll bet you never knew.

Santana and Cassandra:
But to cry in front of you

Santana, Cassandra and Wade:
That's the worse thing I could do.