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Bill - 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 not the type at all
You'd meet him on the street
And never notice him
His form and face
His manly grace
Is not the kind that you
Would find in a statue
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
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