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

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