You don't know what's right anymore
You think your love is just a score
Are you too young or afraid to grow up?
You can work this out if you both try
It's hard to cheat but harder to lie
Is this what you want or just a passing thought?
Maybe you should think about it
Before you go and break her heart
Maybe you need more time to decide
Ask yourself "what for?
What for, what for, what for?"
You painted a picture she wanted to see
You can laugh this one off but it's not funny
She's given you everything she has
Oh oh
Maybe you should think about it
Before you go and break her heart
Maybe you need more time to decide
Ask yourself, "what for?
What for, what for, what for?"
You wanted her and you got her
But you're still so careless with your words
If you let her go, she'll move on
Find someone, she's never coming back
How can you live with that?
Maybe you should think about it
Before you go and break her heart
Maybe you need more time to decide
So you should think about it some more
Ask yourself, "what for?"
(I know it sounds like the same old line)
What for?
(I know it seems like the same old guy)
What for?
(Maybe I don't know how to treat you right)
What for?
(Maybe you'll meet someone to know your life)
What for?
(You said I lied since the day we met)
What for?
(But I meant every word I said)
What for?
(Someday you'll miss every single day we spent)
What for?
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 one’s 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 and said
I'm 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
No that wasn't me, that was Johnny Rockets
She was so 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 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
But that wasn't me, that was alter ego
No 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)
But that wasn't me, that was alter ego
No 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