Текст песни A Perfect Circle - Magdalena
A Perfect Circle - Magdalena слова песни
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