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Magdalena Lyrics
Magdalena sits in her chair
Speaking of the mass
She talks in splice and splinters
She laughs like breaking glass
She says 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, 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 returning to L.A.
Won't you take this little red-haired girl along?
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like a saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like a saint you are
Speaking of the mass
She talks in splice and splinters
She laughs like breaking glass
Spirit her away
Stealing all my images
Till there's nothin' left to say
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Nothing like the saint you are
Then she tells me not to bother
She tells me that I couldn't hold
A candle to her father
When I start to rave about
She'll just smile and flash her eyes
And blow the candle out
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint you are
Could make a dancer stumble
Make a preacher bite his tongue
And leave him with a mumble
Or that I'm kiddin' you
Just pay your dues and lose your blues
When she gets her tongue in you
Nothing like the saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Nothing like the saint you are
You find me with my poems and my songs
But if upon your journey, you're returning to L.A.
Won't you take this little red-haired girl along?
Nothing like a saint you are
Your love is like a razor
My heart is just a scar
Nothing like a saint you are
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Magdalena was a high-voltage redhead of a sex bomb! She was also an entitled & schizophrenic mindf@#k of a princess. For most men, she would be the most alluring form of erotic suicide.
Has she mellowed over the decades? I have no idea, because I prefer her as that world class fever dream of a lover!
(P.S. - some of the posted lyrics are wrong. For example, the first stanza should read, "Speaking of the mass" and "She laughs like breaking glass." A big difference.)