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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Bill”

• 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.

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