Magdalena sits in her chair
Speaking on the ma**
She talks in splice and splinters
She laughs not breaking gla**
She said that she would have me
Spirit her away
Stealing all my images
Till there`s nothin` left to say
Oh, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
She tells me that she wants me
Then she tells me not to bother
She tells me that I couldn`t hold
A candle to her father
She knows that she`s got me
When I start to rave about
She`ll just smile and flash her eyes
And blow the candle out
Oh, magdalena
Oh, ho, ho, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Magdalena lying there
Could make a dancer stumble
Make a preacher bite his tongue
And leave him with a mumble
And if you think I`m crazy babe
Or that I`m kiddin` you
Just pay your dues and lose your blues
When she gets her tongue in you
Oh, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Well, I can`t be forgotten
And I can`t be ignored
You find me with my poems
And my songs
But if upon your journey you`re turning to l.a.
Won`t you take this little red-haired girl along?
Oh, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are