Soft glow on the city
She said, "There's no one here who can touch you right now"
Caught the last flight at LAX
With your one-way ticket New York-bound
Club so high, don't make a sound
Don't you forget what must go up, must come down
Club so high, tell me how it feels
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, think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
On the phone you sound shifty
You say you're at home, alone right now
But in the background there's a muffled laugh
As you spin that wool and bullet down
Club so high, don't hear a sound
Don't you forget what goes around, comes around
Club so high, tell me how it feels
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 this should be gone; at least it was his time
You're not havin' fun, think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
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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 this should be gone; at least it was his time
You're not havin' fun, think that you should ride
Call me when you're ready to be real
Black Madonna, my hallelujah
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