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
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,
My self-esteem a dollar at a time
One taste, one taste,
one taste of you my Magdalena
