| Lyrics: | 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 its over, I'm not used to
this temptation.
and when you come back runnin' there's no use for explaination.
I think
that things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge.
Most girls do mean trouble because
they are rarely honest.
Whats with the jokes, all the rutines they play?
Screw with
my head, never give in til they get their way.
Guys like to run, Chicks love to yell you
see.
Guys hate to fight girls think its therapy.
Hold on...Hold on...Hold on...Hold
on...
Don't tell me that its over, I'm not used to this temptation.
And when you come back
runnin' there's no use for explaination.
I think that things are 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 its over, I'm not used to this
temptation.
And when you come back runnin' there's no use for explaination.
I think that
things are too hopeful, even with my expert knowledge.
Most girls do mean trouble because they
are rarely honest.
Hold on...x8
Don't tell me that its over, I'm not used to this
temptation.
And when you come back runnin' there's no use for explaination.
I think that
things are 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... |
