diana ross – We Can Never Light That Old Flame Again scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 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 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