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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 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 Letras de cancionesFrom 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 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 From Letras Mania