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 dont steal and I dont 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.
Я способна на вещи и похуже,
Чем встречаться с парнем или даже двумя.
Пусть все соседи думают, что я дрянь
И что во мне нет ничего хорошего,
Наверное, это, может, и правда,
Но я способна и на вещи похуже.
Я могла бы флиртовать со всеми парнями,
Улыбаться им и строить глазки,
Прижиматься, когда мы танцуем,
Заставлять их думать, что у нас может что-то быть,
А потом просто их не замечать —
Это то, что я никогда не сделаю.
Я могла бы оставаться дома каждый вечер,
Ждать принца на белом коне,
Каждый день сидеть под холодным душем
И в итоге потратить свою жизнь
На мечту, которая не сбудется.
Я могла бы ранить кого-то, похожего на меня
В порыве зависти.
Я не вру и не краду,
Но я умею чувствовать и плакать —
Об этом, спорю, ты и не догадывался.
Но плакать на глазах у тебя —
Это худшее, что я могла бы сделать.
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 will not come true.
I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I dont steal and I dont 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.
I was capable of worse things
Than to meet with a guy, or even two .
Let all the neighbors think I'm rubbish
And that in me there is nothing good
Perhaps this may be true ,
But I can do and things worse.
I could flirt with all the guys ,
Smile at them and ogle ,
Cuddle when we're dancing
Make them think that we can be something ,
And then just ignore them -
This is something I would never do .
I could stay home every night ,
Waiting for the prince on a white horse,
Each day, sit under a cold shower
And in the end to spend your life
A dream that will never come true .
I could hurt someone like me
In a fit of jealousy.
I do not lie and do not steal ,
But I can feel and cry -
About it, I bet you did not guess .
But to cry in front of you -
This is the worst thing I could do .
