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Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
Yes the circle shape is quite renown
But sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown, dirty run-around
That my true love gave to me
That my true love gave to me

Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in
Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And blow my nose which 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 door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
Rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love neath the golden phlox
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 triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win
It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me
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Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.   Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures   Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree   Yes the circle shape is quite renown    But sad to say it can be found   In the lowdown, dirty run-around    That my true love gave to me   That my true love gave to me      Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in   Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in   Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly    As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,    And blow my nose which 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 door my true love tried to sneak through   Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,   Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and   Rectangular is the wooden box   Where lies my love neath the golden phlox   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 triangular is the garment thin   That fastens on with a safety pin   To a prize I had no wish to win   It's a lasting memory   That my true love gave to me
 
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