Dont Tell Me Its Over Testo

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 aren't 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 Screw with my head, never cave in 'til they 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 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 aren't to 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 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 aren't 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 And when you come back running There's no use for explanation I think things aren't 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