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 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, never cave until 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...)



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



(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



(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