- cifra
Overcome by your moving temple
Overcome by this holiest of altars
So pure, so rare
To witness such a earthly goddess
I lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down
Before your holiest of altars
I'll sell my soul, my self esteem
A dollar at a time for one chance, one kiss
One taste of you my magdalena
I've beared witness to this place, this prayer, so longforgotten
So pure, so rare, to witness such a lovely 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'll sell my soul, my self-esteem
A dollar at a time
For one taste, one taste
One taste of you my magdalena
