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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