Alba s touto skladbou:
Out Of Our Heads,
12×5,
In the days of my youth
I was told what it means to be a man,
Now I've reached that age
I've tried to do all those things the best I can.
No matter how I try
I find my way into the same old jam.
Good Times, Bad Times
You know I had my share
When my woman left home for a brown eyed man
Well, I still don't seem to care.
Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl
As sweet as could be,
Only took a couple of days
'til she was rid of me.
She swore that she would be all mine
And love me till the end,
But when I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend, oooh.
Good Times, Bad Times
You know I had my share;
When my woman left home
For a brown eyed man,
Well, I still don't seem to care.
I know what it means to be alone
I sure do wish I was at home.
I don't care what the neighbors say
I'm gonna love you each and every day.
You can feel the beat within my heart.
Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part.
