Casablanca

Babe, I'll call you mine

Under the Casablanca lights you look my type

Is it the Vino or the Morocco boy vibe?

What you got has got me, I, oh I, oh I

In the heat a midsummer twist

Too many hearts in the thick of it

Broke one, two, three, are you sick of it?

Are you sick of it?

I am sick of it

Let's get this right on another try

Full swing the rest of the summer nights

Hands roaming free, I close my eyes

Till I see the light, I see the light, oh

Babe, I'll call you mine

Under the Casablanca lights, you look my type

Is it the vino or the Morocco boy vibe?

What you got has got me, I, oh I, oh I

Call you mine

Under the Casablanca lights

Baby, let me call you mine

What you got has got me, I, oh I, oh I

I wipe the night from off my eyes

If I'm the moon you are the tide

You push and pull from how I shine

You see me shine, you see me shine

Around and up, up, up we go

Cheers, three, six, five to that I'd toast

If not we'll that's how it goes

That's how it goes, but if we don't then

Babe, I'll call you mine

Under the Casablanca lights, you look my type

Is it the Vino or the Morocco boy vibe?

What you got has got me, I, oh I, oh I

Call you mine

Under the Casablanca lights

Baby, let me call you mine

What you got has got me, I, oh I, oh I

Babe, I'll call you mine

Under the Casablanca lights you look my type

Is it the vino or the Morocco boy vibe?

What you got has got me, I, oh I, oh I