Somewhere out in the heart of suburbia
flinching from the words
that could almost murder her
listen
It's the final day
Whatever boys say
girls don't cry
Whatever boys say
girls don't cry
She's wearing plaid and jeans
like a workman on the road
Hitching out west
with a personal stereo
playing
Lay lady lay
Whatever boys say
girls don't cry
Whatever boys say
girls don't cry
In her heart?
she's not even a renegade
From the start
she knew why she would not be saved
All her instincts
lead a different way
In the pocket by her heart is a dog eared polaroid
a picture of a girl with her arm
round a boy who went missing
the final day
Whatever boys say
girls don't cry
Whatever boys say
girls don't cry
Whatever boys say
I don't care what they say
girls don't cry
Whatever boys say
I don't care what they say
girls don't cry?