(Bernard Edwards/Nile Rodgers)



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