Sorry Sorry

Well, I met this girl on a Saturday night, Saturday night Saturday night, Saturday night Saturday night, Saturday night She sat there all alone with the Shirley Temple and a cellular phone No one to call, no one to ring 'Cause no one at home The bartender knew her number and name I grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring Wrong number I guess I've gotta do it the hard way I walked up to her having seen the future and said "I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell" I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell But that wasn't me, that was Alter Ego 'Cause that wasn't me, that was Johnny Rockets She was so confused From her point of view I would be confused too I was so rude Oh, what was I thinking? But, but she dug my hair and new suede shoes so much She dragged me straight, straight to her room And I was forgetting what I knew I would do Two hours later we lay on the bed and I said "I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell" Yes I am, I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell That wasn't me, that was Alter Ego That wasn't me, that was Johnny Rockets Take it away I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry) I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry) I'm sorry, sorry for making your life I'm sorry, sorry for making your life I'm sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell