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
Chorus:
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
Chorus (2x)
Don t tell me that it s over
I m not used to this temptation
