I hear the phone it rings so violently
Cant 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

Dont 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 hardcore
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 quitting 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

Dont 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 hardcore
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest

Hold on.Hold on.Hold on.Hold on

Dont 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 hardcore
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest.

Dont 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 hardcore
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest.

Dont tell me that it's over
I'm not used to this temptation.