Magdalena

Overcome by your moving temple

Overcome by this holiest of altars

So pure, so rare

To witness such a earthly goddess

I lost my self control

Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down

Before your holiest of altars

I'll sell my soul, my self esteem

A dollar at a time for one chance, one kiss

One taste of you my magdalena

I've beared witness to this place, this prayer, so longforgotten

So pure, so rare, to witness such a lovely goddess

And 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'll sell my soul, my self-esteem

A dollar at a time

For one taste, one taste

One taste of you my magdalena