over come by your
loathing temple
over come by this
holiest of altars

so pure so rare to wittness such and earthly goddess
that I've lost my self control beyond compell to throw this dollar

bow before your
holiest of altars

I'd sell my soul my self esteem a dollar at time
for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena

I bare wittness to this place this prayer so long forgotten
so pure so rare to wittness such an earthly goddess

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