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 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' with 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

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

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 are 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 are 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