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...