Magdalena

Overcome by your moving temple

Overcome by this holiest of altars

So pure, so rare

To witness such an earthly GoddessThat I've lost my self control

Beyond compelled to throw this dollar

Down before your

Holiest of altarsI'd sell my soul

My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One chance, one kiss

One taste of you my MagdalenaI bear witness

To this place, this prayer, so long forgotten

So pure, so rare

To witness such an earthly GoddessThat I'd sell my soul

My self-esteem a dollar at a time

For one chance, one kiss

One taste of you my black MadonnaI'd sell my soul

My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste, one taste

One taste of you my Magdalena