“I’m just a square in the social circle!”—Betty Hutton
I used my silver spoon at birthFor throwing meatballs at my nurseI always chose to thumb my noseAt smarty clothes and party prose.
I’ve ditched the rich and sable setTo join the kitchen table set.
I used the wrong fork at the Stork in New York.My manners ain’t fit for a goopI’m just a square in the social circleWho put that fly in my soup.
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“I’m just a square in the social circle!”—Betty Hutton
I used my silver spoon at birthFor throwing meatballs at my nurseI always chose to thumb my noseAt smarty clothes and party prose.
I’ve ditched the rich and sable setTo join the kitchen table set.
I used the wrong fork at the Stork in New York.My manners ain’t fit for a goopI’m just a square in the social circleWho put that fly in my soup.