D J Жэка — Casablanca

Ooh, Casablanca night
Feel the ocean breeze
Pull tight
Pull tight
Pull tight
Footsteps past along the pier
Salt air heavy lingering here
You speak soft with a foreign tongue
We dance like the night is young
The
Atlantic swells beneath our feet
Locking eyes to a heavy beat
Your plane leaves when the tide comes in
Don't care where your world has been
Just step closer, feel the heat