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 |
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