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Versuri Helen Morgan – Bill lyrics

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.

And 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,
are not the kind that you
would find in a statue.

Oh, 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.
Oh, 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.