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
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