Writers: danny o'keefe



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



Ohmagdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Your love is like a razor

My heart is just a scar

Ohmagdalena

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



Ohmagdalena

Ohhohomagdalena

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



Ohmagdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Your love is like a razor

My heart is just a scar

Ohmagdalena

Nothing like the saint you are



WellI 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? 



Ohmagdalena

Nothing like the saint you are

Your love is like a razor

My heart is just a scar

Ohmagdalena

Nothing like the saint you are