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
And 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

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
And my self-esteem a dollar at a time
For one taste, one taste
One taste of you, my Magdalena