Don't tell me it's Over

I hear the phone, it rings so violently,
Can't leave my room, can't recces 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 to awful, even with my expert knowledge,
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are very honest.

What's with the jokes, all the routines they play,
Screw with my head, never came to admit their way,
Guys like to run, she yell you see,
Guys hate goodbye, 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 to awful, even with my expert knowledge,
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are very 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 to awful, even with my expert knowledge,
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are very honest.

Don't tell me that it's over, i'm not used to this temptation,
(Hold on, hold on)
And when you come back running, there's no use for explanation,
(Hold on, hold on)
I think things are to awful, even with my expert knowledge,
(Hold on, hold on)
Most girls do mean trouble, because they are very honest.
(Hold on, hold on)

Don't tell me that it's over, i'm not used to this temptation.