Alba s touto skladbou:
Sixth Sense,
Facemelter,
Hot Shot,
Went down to the wedding hall My best friend was gettin' hitched All the girls were dressed to the nines Man I was gettin' the itch
The Joint was jumpin', The band was rockin' Even the ugly ones looked good Could've been the romance Or The cheap champagne Oh man, I was goin' insane
Got a hot shot Gotta unload Hot shot Gonna explode Hot shot Gotta confess Oh, baby, gonna be a mess
The band started playin' one of those Cry your eyes out wedding songs This was my chance, looking to dance Weel, it didn't take long
She was slip-sliding up and down on me Felt like a stripper pole Blue satin dress, gotta confess Oh, man, I was gonna blow
Got a hot shot Gotta unload Hot shot Gonna explode Hot shot Gotta confess Gonna be a mess Oh, baby, on your party dress
Got a hot shot Baby, don't say no Hot shot Don't wanna do it alone Hot shot Gonna be a mess Don't wanna have to do it by myself
Pretty maids all in a row One of them gave me the eye Said "Hello, how you do And will you be my bride?"
She said: "Baby, now just slow down This is all just a little too soon Baby, if ya want to skip a step You can take me right now on a honeymoon
Got a hot shot Gotta unload Hot shot Gonna explode Hot shot Gotta confess Gonna be a mess Oh, baby, on your party dress
Got a hot shot Baby, don't say no Hot shot Don't wanna do it alone Hot shot Gonna be a real soon Oh, baby, on a honeymoon
