My Old Piano - Diana Ross

Love is called

My old piano

I have a ball

With my old piano

My baby entertains

The real life of my parties

But still retains

In all the dignity

His international style

Exudes an air of royalties

His eighty eight key smile

Is so pleasant to see

Love is called

My old piano

I have a ball

With my old piano

My old keyboard

Won’t stand for a corner

He demands the middle of the room

Your heart disolves

While he tips you so gracefully

'Till you’re involved

In a babygrand affair

Love is called

My old piano

I have a ball

With my old piano

Love is called

My old piano

I have a ball

With my old piano

He entertains

The real life of my parties

But still retains

In all the dignity

His international style

Exudes an air of royalties

His eighty eight key smile

Is so pleasant to see

My old keyboard

Won’t stand for a corner

He demands the middle of the room

Your heart disolves

While he tips you so gracefully

'Till you’re involved

In a babygrand affair

Love is called

My old piano

I have a ball

With my old piano

Love is called

My old piano

I have a ball

With my old piano