Magdalena

Magdalena - Danny O'Keefe

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

And 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 funning you

You 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

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