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I used to dream that I'd discover |
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The perfect lover someday |
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I knew I'd recognize him |
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If ever he came 'round my way |
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I always used to fancy then |
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He'd be one of those god-like kind of men |
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With a giant brain and a noble head |
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Like the heroes bold in the books I read |
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But along came Bill |
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Who's not the type at all |
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You'ld meet him on the street and never notice him |
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His form and face |
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His manly grace |
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Are not the kind that you would find in a statue |
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And I can't explain |
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It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill |
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I love him because he's wonderful |
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Because he's just my Bill |
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[Instrumental break] |
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He's just my Bill |
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An ordinary boy |
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He hasn't got a thing that I can brag about |
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And yet to be |
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Upon his knee |
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So comfy and roomy, seems natural to me |
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And I can't explain |
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It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill |
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I love him because he's... |
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I don't know... |
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Because he's just my Bill |
