I Suppose It Could Be True

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.



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