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 that
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 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
Are not the kind that you would find in a statue
And I can't explain
Oh, 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