Mecca
(opening instrumental--chiefly Indian fakir's flute)
I live on the West side, she lives on the East side of the street.
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.
Oh, she's my dream goddess, and her ruby lips are so divine.
And though her folks say we're too young, to know of love.
I worship at her shrine. (Mecca, Mecca)
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.
---(Musical Interlude)---
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.
