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 And my self-esteem a dollar at a time For 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 And my self-esteem a dollar at a time For one taste, one taste One taste of you, my Magdalena