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