In the white house
There is a man
Drinking away his fears
Never with his friends
Always an outsider
Drowning himself in
Pools of amber vodka
For a woman
He remembers so well
(Love gone astray)
In Casablanca.

In the white house
There is a woman
With wet cheeks
And eyes filled with sorrow
Washing away her fears
With a man she doesn't know anymore
(Her husband)
Drowning her regrets
For a changed man she once knew
(Her friend)
Wishing she was
(or wasn't)
here,
In Casablanca.

Of all the places to meet
Two people
Who had love
And lost it-
It had to be here
In Casablanca.

Rick: Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.
Ilsa: I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me, Rick. It's true. I didn't know.

Just a little somethingI cooked up for a contest on Morocco on Hope you all enjoy it!