Bm G Soft glow on the city Em A F# She said, There's no one here who can touch you now Bm G Caught the last flight out of LAX Em A F# With your one-way ticket, New York-bound Bm G Climb so high, don't make a sound Em A F# Don't you forget what goes up must come down Bm G Em A Climb so high, tell me how it feels Chorus: Bm G Call me when you're ready to be real Em A Black Madonna, hallelujah F# Bm G Makes no difference here, so let's be real Em A Black Madonna, my black flower F# Bm Em Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide A Bm Em You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride A Bm G Call me when you're ready to be real Em A F#m Black Madonna, my hallelujah On the phone you sound shifty You say that you're at home, alone right now But in the background there's a muffled laugh As you spin that wool and pull it down Climb so high, don't hear a sound Don't you forget what goes around, comes around Climb so high, tell me how to feel Chorus: Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, hallelujah Makes no difference here, so let's be real Black Madonna, my black flower Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide Says it should be gone, at least it was this time Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, my hallelujah Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, hallelujah Makes no difference here, so let's be real Black Madonna, my black flower Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide You're not havin' fun, I think that you should ride Call me when you're ready to be real Black Madonna, my hallelujah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Em F# F#m G Bm |