I Know How To Love
She was a ballerinaUntil her feet gave upShe spends her summers in the northHer winters in the south
I met her through an accidentOr you could call it fateI may not have that much to giveBut I know how to love
Save me from this empty lifeSave me from this placeShe wants to go to ParisShe wants to go to SpainAnd she can buy the ticketIt won't put her outI may not have that much to giveBut I know how to love
I know how to loveYeah, I know how to loveI know how to loveYeah, I know how to love
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