Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be, cause that brownstone house where my baby lives is Mecca.
Gene PitneyWhen the world outside my arms is pulling us apart, press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart.
Gene PitneyEach morning I face her window and pray that our love can be, cause that brownstone house where my baby lives is Mecca.
Gene PitneyWhen the world outside my arms is pulling us apart, press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart.
Gene Pitney