Alba s touto skladbou:
The Black Album,
Yearbook Collection,
Met on the dance floor of the Palais De-Dance
Feeling kinda lonely thought I'd take a chance
I never thought it would turn out like this
Another case of hit or miss
I gave you everything that money could buy
Things for your wardrobe, things to get you high
I never wanted you to bring it back
I didn't see you stab me in the back
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another chance of hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
And I was looking for a kiss
When you were fallen I put up with a lot
I took your cheating I put up with a lot
The sun was setting for what we had got
You took my money took the whole damn lot
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another chance of hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
And I was looking for a kiss
Why does it always end like this?
Why does it always end like this?
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another chance of hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
And I was looking for a kiss
Don't feel so beaten don't feel so down
About the rumours that you put around
I think I'll call this girl who lives nearby
Take her down have another try
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another chance of hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
And I was looking for a kiss
