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Soft glow on the city She said, "There's no one here who can touch you now" Caught the last flight out of LAX With your one-way ticket, New York-bound Club so high, don't make a sound Don't you forget what goes 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, I 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 that 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 to feel Songtexte 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 Aus Songtexte Mania