Bill

<br>Along come Bill <br>Who`s not the type at all.<br>You`d meet him on the street <br>And never notice him.<br>His form and face<br>His manly grace<br>Is not the kind that you<br>Would find in a statue<br>Yet I can`t explain<br>It`s surely not his brain<br>That makes me thrill<br>I love him because he`s wonderful<br>Because he`s just my Bill.<br>I used to dream that I would discover<br>The perfect lover<br>Someday<br>I knew I`d recognize him <br>If ever he came round my way<br>I always used to fancy then<br>He would be of the God-like kind of men<br>With the giant strength <br>And the noble head<br>Like the heroes bold<br>In the books I`ve read<br>And along come Bill <br>An ordinary boy<br>He hasn`t got a thing <br>That I can brag about<br>And yet to be<br>Upon his knee<br>So comfy and roomy<br>Feels natural to me<br>Oh I<br>I can`t explain<br>It`s surely not his brain<br>That makes me thrill<br>I love him because he`s<br>I don`t know<br>Because he`s just my Bill.