I Could Write A Book

I never learned to spell, at least not well One, two, three, four, five, six, seven I never learned to count a great amount But my busy mind is burning to use what learning I got, I won waste any time, I strike while the iron is hot If they asked me, I could write a book About the way you walk and whisper and look I could write a preface on how we met So the world would never forget And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot Then the world discovers as my book ends How to make two lovers of friends If they asked me, I could write a book About the way you walk and whisper and look I could write a preface on how we met So the world would never forget And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you a lot Then the world discovers as my book ends How to make two lovers of friends