I Know How to Love

She was a ballerina, until her feet gave up

She spends her summers in the north and winters in the south

I met her through an accident, but you could call it fate

I may not have that much to give, but I know how to loveSave me from this empty life, save me from this place She wants to go to Paris, she want to go to Spain

and she can buy the ticket, it wont put her out

I may not have that much to give, but I know how to love