A Perfect Circle - Perfect Circle - Magdalena Lyrics

Overcome by your moving temple
Overcome by this holiest of altars

So pure, so rare
To witness such a lovely goddess
I 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've beared witness to this place
This lair, so long forgotten
So pure, so rare
To witness such a lovely goddess

And 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