Magdalena

Overcome by your Moving temple Overcome by this Holiest of altars

So pure So rare To witness such an earthly goddess That I've lost my self-control Beyond compelled to throw this dollar Down before your Holiest of altars

I'd sell My soul My self-esteem A dollar at a time One chance One kiss One taste of you My Magdalena

I bear witness To this place, this prayer So long forgotten So pure So rare To witness such an earthly goddess

That I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you My black madonna

I'd sell My soul My self-esteem A dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you My Magdalena