Magdalena

Magdalena sits in her chair

Speaking on the mass

She talks in splice and splinters

She laughs not breaking glass

She said that she would have me

Spirit her away

Stealing all my images

Till there's nothin' left to say

Oh Magdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Your love is like a razor

My heart is just a scar

Oh Magdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

She tells me that she wants me

Then she tells me not to bother

She tells me that I couldn't hold

A candle to her father

She knows that she's got me

When I start to rave about

She'll just smile and flash her eyes

And blow the candle out

Oh Magdalena

Oh ho ho 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 a mumble

And if you think I'm crazy babe

Or that I'm kiddin' you

Just pay your dues and lose your blues

When she gets her tongue in you

Oh Magdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Your love is like a razor

My heart is just a scar

Oh Magdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Well I can't be forgotten

And I can't be ignored

You find me with my poems

And my songs

But if upon your journey you're turning to LA

Won't you take this little red haired girl along

Oh Magdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Your love is like a razor

My heart is just a scar

Oh Magdalena

Nothing like the saint you are