Alba s touto skladbou:
Stretch of the Imagination,
Thursday,
It seems like that over there are your best friends
Cause everything you do leads to bad
You think I could be your bestfriend
Baby I could fuck you right
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star, oh yeah
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star, oh yeah
Baby all these things are your best friends
And nothings ever ever your fault
Nothings your fault baby, no
Baby you don't need your best friends
Cause I got everything you want
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star, oh yeah
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have it all
Baby you can have the cars
The clothes, the dreams, the sex, the house
Baby you could be a star, oh yeah
If, all I could say is if
Come to me, you won't regret attacking on my skin
Let the wrong doing come to me
One day I'm hoping that you, will remember me
And fuck them small things
My body is yours
Give them any other day but thursday
You belong to me
Every thursday
I wait for you
I'll be beautiful for you
Every thursday
I exist
Only on thursday
Not on monday, tuesday, wendesday, friday, saturday, sunday
But on thursday
Not on monday, tuesday, wendesday, friday, saturday, sunday
But on thursday
I love the cars
