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'll never admit they did
Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on
(chorus) 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 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? Screwin' my head Never give up til 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
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Hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on
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*splice* (chorus) + (Hold on, hold on x 6)
Don't tell me that it's over I'm not used to this temptation
