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Overcome by your moving temple
Overcome by this holiest of altars
So pure, so rare
To witness such an earthly goddess
I've lost my self control
Beyond compelled to throw this dollar down
Before your holiest of altars
I'd sell my soul, my self esteem
A dollar at a time for
One chance, one kiss
One taste of you my magdalena
I bear witness to this place, this prayer, so long forgotten
So pure, so rare, to witness such an earthly goddess
And I'd sell my soul, my self-esteem
A dollar at a time for
One chance, one kiss,
One taste of you my black madonna
I'd sell my soul, my self-esteem
A dollar at a time
For one taste, one taste
One taste of you my magdalena
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Natasha Thomas : It's over
Can you tell me your secrets?
Then I tell you mine
Show me that you still love me
Then I show real love
Refrain:
What kind of love have you got?
You should be home, but you're not
I don't want to believe
that it's over now -
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I could be wrong but I'm not
And you still think you are hot
I don't want to believe
that it's over now
You're walking the wire
Looking for a love in between
But you don't have desire
Do you know what I mean?
Uh Baby
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Refrain:
What kind of love have you got
You should be home but you're not
I don't wanna believe that it's over now
I could be wrong but I'm not
And you still think you're on heart
I dont wanna believe that it's over now
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