I Could Write a Book

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I never learned to spell
At least not well
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I never learned to count
A great amount
But my busy mind is burning
To use what learning I've got
I won't waste any time
I'll 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 a friend