Mecca - Lyrics - Gene Pitney

Gene Francis Alan Pitney was an American singer-songwriter, musician, and sound engineer. Through the mid-1960s, he enjoyed success as a recording artist on both sides of the Atlantic and was among the group of early 1960s American acts who continued to enjoy hits after the British Invasion.

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.