[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)