Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
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Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
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Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
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Yes the circle shape is quite renown
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But sad to say it can be found
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In the lowdown, dirty run-around
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That my true love gave to me
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That my true love gave to me
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Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in
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Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in
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Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
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As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,
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And blow my nose which turns bright red
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For a perfect square is my true love's head
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He will not marry me, no
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He will not marry me
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Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
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Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,
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Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
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Rectangular is the wooden box
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Where lies my love neath the golden phlox
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They say he died of the chicken pox
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In part I must agree
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One chick too many had he
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Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow
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Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
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Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be
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And triangular is the garment thin
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That fastens on with a safety pin
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To a prize I had no wish to win
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It's a lasting memory
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That my true love gave to me
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The Ballad of the Shape of Things
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| Kingston Trio |
