Mecca

I live on the west side
She lives on the east side of the street
Though they say east is east
And west is west
And never the twain shall meet

Each morning I face the window
And pray that our love can be
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca
Mecca to me

Oh she's mighty Godess
And her ruby lips are so divine
Though they're say that we're too young
To know of love
I worship at her shrine

Each morning I face the window
And pray that our love can be
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca
Mecca to me

Each morning I face the window
And pray that our love can be
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca
Mecca to me

Oh she's mighty Godess
And her ruby lips are so divine
Though they're say that we're too young
To know of love
I wish she had a shrine

Each morning I face the window
And pray that our love can be
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca
Mecca to me

Mecca, Mecca, Mecca.
