Magdalena sits in a chair, Speakin of a man Speakes in spikes & splinters. She laughs like breakin glass
She said that she would have me, Spirit her away Peeling all my images, til there's nothing left to say
Ooooooooh, Magdalena, Nothin like a saint you are Your love is like a razor. My heart is just a scar Ooooooooh, Magdalena, Nothin like a saint you are
Magdalena lying there, Could make a dancer stumble Make a preacher bite his tougue, 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's kissin you
Ooooooooh, Magdalena, Ooooooooh, Magdalena, Nothin like a saint you are Ooooooooh, Magdalena, Nothin like a 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... (fade out)
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