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