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 ones 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 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
(im sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I'm sorry sorry for making your life a living hell
(im 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

Writer : SCHWARTZMAN, ROBERT
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing