Perfect Circle - Magdalena
Overcome by your moving temple
Overcome by this holiest of altars
So pure, so rare
To witness such a lovely goddess
I 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've beared witness to this place
This lair, so long forgotten
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'd sell my soul, my self-esteem
A dollar at a time for one taste, one taste
One taste of you my Magdalena