My kind Of Song 1

Gene Pitney. Mecca. I live on the West side, she lives on the East side of the streeeeeet 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 meeeeee. Oh she s my dream goddess and her ruby lips are so diviine And though her folks say we re too young to know of love I worship at her shrine Each mornin