(Stockard Channing)



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 every night, wait around for mr. Right

Take cold showers every 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 worst thing I could do