Sorry Sorry

She sat there all alone with that
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
Guess i've 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
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

She was so confused
From her point of view i would be confused too
I was 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
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

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)

That wasn't me
That was alter ego
That wasn't me
That was johnny rockets