There Are Worse Things I Could Do

There are (Gmaj7)worse things I could (Em7)do

(C)than go with a boy or (F#m7)(B7)two.

Even though the (Em7)neighborhood thinks I'm (A7)trashy and no (Dmaj7)good,

I (Bm7)suppose it could be (E7)true.

But there are (A7)worse things I could (D)do.

I could (D7)flirt with all the (Em)guys,

(Cmaj7)smile at them and bat my (F#m7)eyes,

(B7)press against them when we (Em7)dance,

make them (A7)think they stand a (Dmaj7)chance,

then (Bm7)refuse to see it (E7)through.

That's a (A7)thing I'd never (D)do.

I could (Dm)stay home evry (Gm7)night,

(C7)wait around for Mister (Fmaj7)Right,

(Bbmaj7)take cold showers ev'ry (Gm)day, and throw my life (A7)away on a dream that won't come (C)true.

(D7)I could hurt someone like (Em)me

(Cmaj7)out of spite or (F#m7)jealousy.

(B7)I don't steal and I don't (Emaj7)lie,

but I can (C#m7)feel and I can (F#m7)cry:

a fact I'll (B7)bet you never (Em7)knew.

(Cmaj7)But to cry in front of (F#m7)you,

(D7)that's the worse thing I could do.