She was a ballerina
Until her feet gave out
She spends her summers in the north
Her winters in the south
I met her through an accident
Or you could call it fate
I may not have that much to give
But I know how to love
Save me from this empty life
Save me from this place
She wants to go to Paris
She wants to go to Spain
And she can buy the ticket
It won't put her out
I may not have that much to give
But I know how to love
I know how to love
Yeah, I know how to love
I know how to love
Yeah, I know how to love
