There Are Worse Things I Could Do sing and play along

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 evry night,

wait around for Mister Right,

take cold showers ev'ry 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 worse thing I could do.