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 am 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 dance , Make them think that we might have something to be , And then just ignore them - This is something that I would never do .
I could stay at home every night , Waiting for the prince on a white horse, Every day, sitting under a cold shower And in the end spend your life A dream that will never come true .
I could hurt somebody like me In a fit of jealousy. I do not lie and do not steal , But I can feel and cry - On this, I bet you did not guess . But to cry in front of you - This is the worst thing I could have done . | |