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

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

E ven though the neigh bor (Em7)hood thinks I’m (A7)trash y and no (Dmaj7)good, I sup (Bm7)pose it could be (E7)true.

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

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

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

press a gainst them when we (Em7)dance, make them (A7)think they stand a (Dmaj7)chance, then re (Bm7)fuse to see it (E7)through.

That’s a (A7)thing I’d nev er (D)do.

I could (Dm)stay home ev ry (Gm7)night,

wait a round for Mis ter (Fmaj7)Right,

take cold show ers ev ’ry (Gm)day,

and throw my life a (A7)way on a dream that won’t come (C)true.

I could hurt some one like (Em)me

out of spite or jeal ous (F#)y.

I don’t steal and I don’t (Emaj7)lie, but I can (C#m7)feel and I can (F#)cry: a fact I’ll (B7)bet you nev er (Em7)knew.

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

that’s the worse thing I could do.