Karaoké Magdalena A Perfect Circle

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

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

And I'd sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time

One chance one kiss one taste of you my black Madonna

And I'd sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time

One taste one taste one taste of you my Magdalena