There are worse things I could do,than go with a boy or twoEven though the neighborhood thinksI´m trashy and no good I suppose it could be true,but there are worse things I could do I could flirtwith all the guys, smile at them and bat my eyes.Press against them when we dance,make them think they stand a chanceand then refuse to see it through,that´s the thing I´d never do. I can stay home every nightWait around for Mr. Right, take cold showers everyday,and throw my life away, on a dream that won´t come trueI 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 cryIn fact I´ll bet you never knew, but to cry in front of you,that´s the worse thing I could do.
They call me hell They call me Stacey They call me her They call me Jane That's not my name; that's not my name; that's not my name; that's not my name!
