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

And 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 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

And my self-esteem a dollar at a time

For one taste, one taste

One taste of you, my Magdalena