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 TWEEN 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 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
EACH MORNING
I FACE HER WINDOW
AND PRAY
THAT OUR LOVE CAN BE
'CAUSE THAT
BROWNSTONE HOUSE
WHERE MY BABY LIVES
IS MECCA
MECCA TO ME
EACH MORNING
I FACE HER WINDOW
AND PRAY
THAT OUR LOVE CAN BE
'CAUSE THAT
BROWNSTONE HOUSE
WHERE MY BABY LIVES
IS MECCA
MECCA TO ME