paroles de chanson The Ballad of the Shape of Things - Blossom Dearie
Completely
round
is
the
perfect
pearl,
The
oyster
manufactures
Completely
round
is
the
steering
wheel
That
leads
to
ocmpound
fractures
Completely
round
is
the
golden
fruit,
That
hangs
in
the
orange
tree
Yes
the
circle
shape
is
quite
renown
And
sad
to
say
it
can
be
found
In
the
dirty
low-down
run
around
My
true
love
gave
to
me
Yes
my
true
love
gave
to
me
Completely
square
is
the
velvet
box,
He
said
my
ring
would
be
in
Completely
square
is
the
envelope
He
wrote
farewell
to
me
in
Completely
square
is
the
handkerchief
I
flourish
constantly
As
it
dries
my
eyes
of
the
tears
I've
shed
And
it
blows
my
nose
'till
it
turns
bright
red
For
a
perfect
square
is
my
true
love's
head
He
will
not
marry
me
No
he
will
not
marry
me
Rectangular
is
the
hotel
room,
My
true
love
tried
to
sneak
through
Rectangular
is
the
transom
Over
which
I
had
to
peak
through
Rectangular
is
the
hotel
room,
I
entered
angrily
Now
rectangular
is
the
wooden
box
Where
lies
my
love
'neath
the
grazing
flocks
They
say
he
died
of
the
chicken
pox
In
part
I
must
agree
One
chick
too
many
had
he
Triangular
is
the
piece
of
pie,
I
eat
to
ease
my
sorrow
Triangular
is
the
hatchet
blade
I
plan
to
hide
tomorrow
Triangular
the
relationship
Which
now
has
ceased
to
be
And
the
self-same
shape
is
a
garment
thin
Which
fastens
on
with
a
safety
pin
To
a
prize
I
had
no
wish
to
win
It's
a
parting
memory
That
my
true
love
gave
to
me
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