A Perfect Circle - Magdalena

over come by your
loathing temple
over come by this
holiest of altars

so pure so rare to wittness such and earthly goddess
that I`ve lost my self control beyond compell to throw this dollar

bow before your
holiest of altars

I`d sell my soul my self esteem a dollar at time
for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena

I bare wittness to this place this prayer so long forgotten
so pure so rare to wittness such an earthly goddess

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
for one taste one taste one taste of you my magdalena