I hear the phone it rings so violently    Cant leave my room - cant breath 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 hurtful    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    Screwing with my head, never quitting 'till 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 hurtful    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 hurtful    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 hurtful    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.