Donīt Tell Me Itīs Over 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 till 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 (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) I'm not used to this temptation (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) and when you come back running (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) there's no use for explanation (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) I think things are too hard for (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) even with my expert knowledge (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) most girls get them in trouble (Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) Because they are rarely honest Don't tell me that it's over I'm not used to this temptation