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