"Mecca" by Gene Pitney

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 to me-e-e-e-e-e.

Oh shes my dream goddess and her ruby lips are so div-i-ine
And though her folks say were 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 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 to me-e-e-e-e-e.