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