The French are glad to die for love
They delight in fighting duels
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels
A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental
But diamonds are a girl's best friendA kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat
Or help you at the automatMen grow cold
As girls grow old
And we all lose our charms in the endBut square-cut or pear-shaped
These rocks don't loose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friendTiffany's
Cartier
Black Starr
Frost Gorham
Talk to me Harry Winston
Tell me all about itThere may come a time
When a lass needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a girl's best friendThere may come a time
When a hard-boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice or else no diceHe's your guy
When stocks are high
But beware when they start to descendIt's then that those louses
Go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friendI've heard of affairs
That are strictly platonic
But diamonds are a girl's best friendAnd I think affairs
That you must keep liaisonic
Are better bets
If little pets get big baguettesTime rolls on
And youth is gone
And you can't straighten up when you bendBut stiff back
Or stiff knees
You stand straight at Tiffany'sDiamonds
Diamonds
I don't mean rhinestones
But diamonds are a girl's best
Best friend
Songwriters
L. ROBIN, J. STYNEPublished by
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