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