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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'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
of friends
Used to hate to go to school
I never cracked the 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 ask 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