Casablanca

Babe I'll call you mine
Under the Casa Blanca 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

Babe I'll call you mine
Under the Casa Blanca 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 Casa Blanca 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 were 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 Casa Blanca 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 Casa Blanca 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 Casa Blanca 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