I used to dream that I would discover the perfect lover one day. I knew I'd recognize him if ever he came round my way.
I always used to fancy then he'd be one of those godlike kind of men, with a giant brain and a noble head, like the heroes bold in the books I read.
But alone came Bill.
Bill.
Who's not the kind at all you'd meet him on the street and never notice him?
His form, his face, his manly grace are not the kind that you would find in a statue.
Bill.
Bill.
I can't explain.
It's surely not his name that makes me thrill.
I love him because he's wonderful.
He's just my Bill.
I know I love Bill.
Oh, I love him because he's all I know.
Bill.
Because he's just my babe
