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 'til 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