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    "Bill" Lyrics

    Margaret Whiting

    I used to dream that I would discover
    The perfect lover someday,
    I knew I'd recognize him if ever
    He came 'round my way.
    I always used to fancy then
    He'd be one of the God-like kind of men
    With a giant brain and a noble head
    Like the heroes bold
    In the books I've read.

    But along came Bill
    Who's quite the opposite of all

    The men in storybooks
    In grace and looks
    I know that Apollo
    Would beat him
    All hollow

    And I can't explain,
    It's surely not his brain
    That makes me thrill
    I love him because he's wonderful,
    Because he's just my Bill.

    He can't play golf or tennis or polo,
    Or sing a solo, or row.
    He isn't half as handsome
    As dozens of men that I know.
    He isn't tall or straight or slim
    And he dresses far worse than Ted or Jim.

    And I can't explain why he should be
    Just the one, one man in the world for me.

    He's just my Bill, an ordinary man,
    He hasn't got a thing that I can brag about.
    And yet to be
    Upon his knee
    So comfy and roomy
    Seems natural to me.
    Oh, I can't explain,
    It's surely not his brain
    That makes me thrill
    I love him because he's, I don't know
    Because he's just my Bill.
    This song was submitted on September 27th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Barry Gray.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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