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
    One taste
  One taste
  One taste of you my Magdalena