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I hear the phone it rings so violently Cant leave my room - cant breath 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 Dont 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 hurtful 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 Screwing with my head, never quitting 'till 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 Dont 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 hurtful Even with my expert knowledge Most girls do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Dont 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 hurtful Even with my expert knowledge Most girls do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest Dont 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 hurtful Even with my expert knowledge Most girls do mean trouble, because they are rarely honest Dont tell me that it's over I'm not used to this temptation. |