Sorry Sorry Songtext

von Rooney

I met this girl on the
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 me 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

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 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 my new suade 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 your life a living hell
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