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