I Could Write A Book C G
Rodgers and Hart, from: Pal Joey 1940

A B C D E F G / 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.
And the world discovers as my book ends,
How to make two lovers of friends.