Oleo-Miles Davis

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 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, never, never forget And the simple secret of the plot Is just to tell them that I love you, allot Then the world discovers as my book ends How to make two lovers of friends