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



(chorus)

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?

Screwin' my head

Never give up til they 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



(chorus)



Hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on



(chorus)



*splice*

(chorus) (Hold on, hold on x 6)



Don't tell me that it's over

I'm not used to this temptation