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