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