A Perfect Circle – magdelena

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,

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,

My self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste, one taste,

one taste of you my Magdalena