Alba s touto skladbou:
Prism,
Fire was in her hair, she don't care
Peach pink lips, yeah, everybody stares
You think you've seen her in a magazine
It's like she walked right out of your dreams
Black ray-bans, you know she's with the band
Passport stamps, she's cosmopolitan
Yeah, she runs a place at Penny lane
Yeah you lucky if you're on her plane
From Tokyo, to Mexico, to Rio
That girl’s a trip, a one way ticket
Takes you miles high, so high, 'cause she’s got that one international smile
Catch her if you can
Yeah, she's so in demand
Takes you miles high, so high, 'cause she’s got that one international smile
She's got that, "je ne sais quoi", you know it
So "tres" chick, yeah, she's a classic
Yeah, she’s footloose and so fancy free
Yeah, she dances to a own beat
'Cause she's the muse and the artist
Always leaves a jealous stardust
'Cause she's a little bit a Yoko
And she’s a little bit of, “Oh no”
From LA, Miami, to New York City
That girl’s a trip, a one way ticket
Takes you miles high, so high, 'cause she’s got that one international smile
Catch her if you can
Yeah, she's so in demand
Takes you miles high, so high, 'cause she’s got that one international smile
Please fasten your seatbelts, and make sure your champagne glasses are empty
We are now approaching the runway, so get ready for take off
That girl’s a trip, a one way ticket
Takes you miles high, so high, 'cause she’s got that one international smile
Catch her if you can
Yeah, she's so in demand
Takes you miles high, so high, 'cause she’s got that one international smile
