Blossom Dearie - The Ballad Of The Shapes Of Things lyrics

rate me

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