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
Im 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
Im 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
Im 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
Im 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
Im not used to this temptation.
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