Margaret Whiting - 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 I always used to fancy then He'd be one of the God-like 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 quite the opposite of all The men in storybooks In grace and looks I know that Apollo Would beat him All hollow 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