Sorry Sorry

Well, I met this girl on a Saturday night (x6) She sat there all alone with a Shirley Temple and a cellular phone No one to call, no one to ring Cause no one's home The bartender knew her number and name I grabbed my cell phone and gave her a ring Wrong number I guess I 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 (x2) But that wasn't me That was alter ego Yes, that wasn't me That was Johnny Rockets She was so confused From her point of view I would be confused too I'm so rude 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'm, 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 (x4) I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell I'm sorry (x3) WOOO! I'm sorry sorry for making your life (x2) I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell