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