Soft glow on the cityShe said, « There’s no one here who can touch you now »Caught the last flight out of LAXWith your one-way ticket, New York-boundClimb so high, don’t make a soundDon’t you forget what goes up must come downClimb so high, tell me how it feelsCall me when you’re ready to be realBlack Madonna, hallelujahMakes no difference here, so let’s be realBlack Madonna, my black flowerNowhere left to run, nowhere left to hideYou’re not havin’ fun, I think that you should rideCall me when you’re ready to be realBlack Madonna, my hallelujahOn the phone you sound shiftyYou say that you’re at home, alone right nowBut in the background there’s a muffled laughAs you spin that wool and pull it downClimb so high, don’t hear a soundDon’t you forget what goes around, comes aroundClimb so high, tell me how to feelCall me when you’re ready to be realBlack Madonna, hallelujahMakes no difference here, so let’s be realBlack Madonna, my black flowerNowhere left to run, nowhere left to hideSays it should be gone, at least it was this timeCall me when you’re ready to be realBlack Madonna, my hallelujahCall me when you’re ready to be realBlack Madonna, hallelujahMakes no difference here, so let’s be realBlack Madonna, my black flowerNowhere left to run, nowhere left to hideYou’re not havin’ fun, I think that you should rideCall me when you’re ready to be realBlack Madonna, my hallelujah