Hold on

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 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? Screw with my head, never cave '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 (hold on) I'm not used to this temptation (hold on) And when you come back running (hold on) There's no use for explanation (hold on) I think things are too hopeful (hold on) Even with my expert knowledge (hold on) Most girls do mean trouble (hold on) Because they are rarely honest (hold on) Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation