Arif Mardin - Magdalena lyrics

[Verse 1:] Magdalena sits in her chair speaking of the ma** She talks in slicing splinters, she laughs like breaking gla** She says that she would have me spirit her away Stealing all my images 'til there's nothing left to say [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 2:] 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 funning you Just pay your dues and lose your blues When Maggie is kissing you [Chorus] (2x)