Magdalena
Overcome by your moving templeOvercome by this holiest of altars
So pure, so rareTo witness such an earthly goddessThat I've lost my self controlBeyond compelled to throw this dollarDown before your holiest of altars
I'd sell my soul,My self-esteem a dollar at a time
For one chance, one kiss,One taste of you my Magdalena
I bear witness to this place,This prayer, so long forgottenSo pure, so rareTo witness such an earthly goddess
That I'd sell my soul,My self-esteem a dollar at a timeFor 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