Hold On

I heard the telephone.
Locked in my room.
I do not breathe, nor I try.
I go to admit, I said I hate this thing.
Girls always cry out, boys never admit.
It believes that it is better.
I will resist the temptation when you to arrive.
Where you walk all they go behind.
It does not advance to explain.
It continues giving false hopes.
Presenting girls, girls are serious problems.
They rare are honest.
(refrão)
What it has with the diversion?
Nor everything is trick. divided.
I never see nothing fall down.
Until them to choose yours destinations.
Boys like to run
Girls like to walk
Boys hate to argue
Girls loved to order.

believes that is better.
Moved by the temptation.
Where you walk all they go behind.
Not necessary to explain nothing.
I said that "I hated this".
Girls always cry out, boys never admit.
Revanche of the women.
Presenting boys, boys also are serious problems.
They rare are with one only.

What it has with the diversion?
Nor everything is trick. divided.
I never see nothing fall down.
Until them to choose yours destinations.
Boys like to run
Girls like to walk
Boys hate to argue
Girls loved to order.

Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold on.
believes that it is better.
I am moved by the temptation and where you go and now I will go behind.
I do not go to explain.
Continuing having hope.
Presenting girls, girls are serious problems.
Presenting boys, boys are not with one only.