He had a smilenSo wild and in tune with the universenI sometimes ponder where I fit innBut William he fit in like hand in glove, hand in glovennSweet WilliamnNo more, no morenSweet WilliamnNo more, no morenSweet WilliamnNo more, no morenSweet WilliamnNo more, no morennHe had a sweet head nSo quick to rush in to any passion play on displaynI sometimes ponder why I had to come that nightnWhen Michael he had a knife, he had a knifennSweet WilliamnNo more, no morenSweet WilliamnNo more, no morenSweet WilliamnNo more, no morenSweet WilliamnNo more, no morennCopyright 2008