Mecca

I live on the West side she lives on the East side of the stree-ee-eet

And though they say that East is East and West is West

And never the twain shall meet

Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be

'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives

Is Mecca

Mecca Mecca Mecca

Mecca

Mecca Mecca

To me-e-e-e-e-e

Oh she's my dream goddess and her ruby lips are so div-I-ine

And though her folks say we're too young to know of love

I worship at her shrine

Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be

'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives

Is Mecca

Mecca Mecca Mecca

Mecca

Mecca Mecca

To me-e-e-e-e-e

Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be

'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives

Is Mecca

Mecca Mecca Mecca

Mecca

Mecca Mecca

To me-e-e-e-e-e