Paroles de 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...