Overcome by your moving temple

Overcome by this holiest of altars

So pure, so rare

To witness such an earthly goddess



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



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'd sell my soul, my self-esteem

A dollar at a time



For one taste, one taste

One taste of you my magdalena