Santana: 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.
Cassandra: 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
Santana: I could stay home every night Wait around for Mr. Right Take cold showers every day
Wade: And throw my life away On a dream that won't come true
Cassandra: I could hurt someone like me Out of spite or jealousy
Wade: I don't steal and I don't lie But I can feel and I can cry
Santana: A fact I'll bet you never knew.
Santana and Cassandra: But to cry in front of you
Santana, Cassandra and Wade: That's the worse thing I could do.