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 will never admit they did

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 is no use for explanation
I think these 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 cave til they get their way
Guys like to run, chicks like to yell you see

Guys hate to fight, girls think its therapy

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 is no use for explanation
I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert

knowledge
Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely
honest


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 is no use for explanation
I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert
knowledge

Most girls most 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 is no use for explanation
I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert
knowledge

Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely
honest
Don't tell me it's over, I'm not used to temptation