[Intro] Bm  G  Em  A  F#m
        Bm  G  Em  A  F#m

[Verso 1]

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

[Pre-Estribillo]

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

[Estribillo]

                    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

[Verso 2]

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

[Pre-Estribillo]

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

[Estribillo]

                    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  Em  A  F#m )

[Estribillo]

                    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