Luther Vandross & Richard Marx

  • Dance with my father

    Back when I was a child. Before life removed all the innocence. My father would lift me high. And dance with my mother and me and then. Spin me around till I fell asleep. Then up the stairs he would carry me. And I knew for sure I was loved. If I could get a- nother chance. Ano – ther walk, ano- ther dance with him. I'd play a song that would never, ever end. How I'd love, love, love...