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