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