Mecca

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.
(instrumental interlude-chiefly guitar)
each morning i face her window and pray that our love can be
'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives