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I never learned to spell
At least not well.

1-2-3-4-5-6-7
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.

Use to hate to go to school
I never cracked a book;
I played the hook.

Never answered any mail;
To write I used to think was wasting ink.

It was never my endeavor
To be too clever and smart.

Now I suddenly feel
A longing to write in my heart.

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.

Writer : HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARD
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Williamson Music