Bill — текст песни (Nana Mouskouri)

Along come 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
Is not the kind that you
Would find in a statue
Yet 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.
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 would be of the God-like kind of men
With the giant strength
And the noble head
Like the heroes bold
In the books I`ve read
And along come Bill
An ordinary boy
He hasn`t got a thing
That I can brag about
And yet to be
Upon his knee
So comfy and roomy
Feels natural to me
Oh I
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.