Listen to the music
inside the Casa Blanca,
did you find it rebellious
without much love,
see their fine dancers,
You'll find yourselves staring.
with the strum of ukelele
you'll see people dancing.
their mystic beauty
dances from dawn to dusk
smile's hidden behind
their cautious masks
Come aboard my friend,
in Casa Blanca let us meet,
where money is the god,
and wine is the spirit
Look in front,
every where's a mad beast.
looking at the mob,
it's a fine fine feast.
Casa Blanca's a place,
of dark hearts and dice,
you can see the sorrow,
mirrored in their sweet eyes.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 9:03 AM UTC
Listen to the music
inside the Casa Blanca,
did you find it rebellious
without much love,
see their fine dancers,
You'll find yourselves staring.
with the strum of ukelele
you'll see people dancing.
their mystic beauty
dances from dawn to dusk
smile's hidden behind
their cautious masks
Come aboard my friend,
in Casa Blanca let us meet,
where money is the god,
and wine is the spirit
Look in front,
every where's a mad beast.
looking at the mob,
it's a fine fine feast.
Casa Blanca's a place,
of dark hearts and dice,
you can see the sorrow,
mirrored in their sweet eyes.
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