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 will always cry, guys will never admit they did
    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 is no use for explanation
  I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
  Most girls most 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 like to yell you see
  Guys hate to fight, girls think its therapy
    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 is no use for explanation
  I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
  Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest
    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 is no use for explanation
  I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
  Most girls most 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 is no use for explanation
  I think these things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge
  Most girls most do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest
  Don't tell me it's over, I'm not used to temptation