Bill

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 godlike 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

And yet to be

Upon his knee

So comfy and roomy

Feels natural to me

And 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