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 hard for 
Even with my expert knowledge 
Most girls get them in trouble 
Because they are rarely honest 

What's with the jokes, all the routines they play 
Screw with my head, now I cave in 'till they their way 
Guys like to run, chicks like 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 hard for 
Even with my expert knowledge 
Most girls get them in 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 hard for 
Even with my expert knowledge 
Most girls get them in 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 hard for 
Even with my expert knowledge 
Most girls get them in trouble 
Because they are rarely honest 

Don't tell me that it's over 
I'm not used to this temptation