Tekst
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
