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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
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
