I hear the phone

It rings so violently

Can't leave my room

Can't breathe since she left me

I will admit

I hate those things I said

Girls always cry

Guys'll never admit they did



(Hold on..Hold on..Hold on..Hold on..)



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

And when you come back running there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful

Even with my expert knowledge

Most girls do mean trouble because they are rarely honest



What's with the jokes

All the routines they play

Screw with my head

Never gave it to yet their way

Guys like to run

Chicks love to yell, you see

Guys hate to fight

Girls think it's therapy



(Hold on..Hold on..Hold on..Hold on..)



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

And when you come back running there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful even with my expert knowledge

Most girls do mean trouble because they are rarely honest



(Hold on..)



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

And when you come back running there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful even with my expert knowledge

Most girls do mean trouble because they are rarely honest



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation

And when you come back running there's no use for explanation

I think things are too hopeful even with my expert knowledge

Most girls do mean trouble because they are rarely honest



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation