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, 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 aren't 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, now I cave in 'til get 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 aren't to hopeful

Even with my expert knowledge

Most girls do mean trouble

Because they are rarely honest

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 aren't 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 aren't 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