Don't Tell Me That It's Over کے بول

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'll 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 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? Screwin' with my head Never give up til 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 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 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 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 And when you come back running There's no use for explanation I think 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