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Sorry Sorry

Well, I met this girl on a

Saturday night, Saturday night

Saturday night, Saturday night

Saturday night, Saturday nightShe sat there all alone with the

Shirley Temple and a cellular phone

No one to call, no one to ring

'Cause no one at homeThe 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 wayI 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 hellBut that wasn't me, that was Alter Ego

'Cause that wasn't me, that was Johnny RocketsShe 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 doTwo 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 hellThat wasn't me, that was Alter Ego

That wasn't me, that was Johnny Rockets

Take it awayI'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

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