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 aren´t too hopeful
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
Screw with my head, now I cave in ´till they 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

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 aren´t too hopeful
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls do mean 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 aren´t too hopeful
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls 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´s no use for explanation
I think things aren´t too hopeful
Even with my expert knowledge
Most girls do mean trouble
Because they are rarely honest

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