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
  'Cos that brown stone house where my baby lives
  Is Mecca, Mecca to me
  
  Though she's my teen goddess
  And her ruby lips are so divine
  And though her folks say we're to young
  To know of love I worship at her shrine
  
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  Each morning I face her window
  And pray that our love can be
  'Cos that brown stone house where my baby lives
  Is Mecca, Mecca to me