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 justsmile 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 l.a.   won't you take this little   red-haired girl aong?      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