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