Magdalena
Magdalena sits in a chair,
Speakin' of a man
She talks in spikes & splinters.
She laughs like breakin glass
She said that she would have me,
Spirit her away
Stealing all my images,
'til there's nothing left to say
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor.
My heart is just a scar
Ooooouuoh, 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 the mumbles
And if you think I'm crazy babe,
That I'm funnin' you
Just pay your dues, lose your blues,
When Maggy is kissin' you
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Ooooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothing like the saint you are
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Ooooooooh, Magdalena,
Nothin like a saint you are
Ooooooooh, Magdalena...
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