Overcome by your moving temple
Overcome by this holiest of altars
So pure, so rare
To witness such a lovely 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
For one chance, one kiss
One taste of you my magdalena.
I've beared
Witness
To this place, this lair, so long forgotten
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.
