IRC-Galleria

There are worse things I could do than go with a boy or two. Even though the neighbourhood 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 trough. That`s a thing i`d never do.

I could stay home every night, wait around for Mister 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 worse thing I could do.