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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 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  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 my alter ego 'Cause that wasn't me; that was Johnny Rockets  She was so confused  From a point of view I would be confused too  I'm so rude; what was I thinking?  But, but she dug my hair and my new suede shoes so much She drug me straight, drug me straight to her room And I was forgetting what I was doing Two hours later we lay on the bed And I said, sorry, sorry for making your life a living hell 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 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