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

For one taste,
one taste,
one taste of you, my Magdalena