Hugh McCracken - Magdalena lyrics

O'Keefe Magdalena sits in her chair speaking of the ma** She talks in splice and splinters, she laughs like breaking gla** She says 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 And she'll just smile and flash her eyes and blow the candle out Oh, Magdalena Oh, 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 funning 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 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