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Bill - Helen Morgan
Written by：Jerome Kern/Oscar Hammerstein II
I used to dream that I'd discover
The perfect lover
Someday
I knew I'd recognize him
If ever
He came around my way
I always used to fancy then
He'd be one of those god like
Kind of men
With a giant brain
And a noble head
Like the heroes bold
In the books I read
But along came Bill
Who's not the type at all
You'ld meet him on the street
And never notice him
His form and face
His manly grace
Are 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
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
