| The French are glad to die for love
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| They delight in fighting duels
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| But I prefer a man who lives
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| And gives expensive jewels
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| A kiss on the hand
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| May be quite continental
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| But diamonds are a girl’s best friend
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| A kiss may be grand
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| But it won’t pay the rental
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| On your humble flat
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| Or help you at the automat
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| Men grow cold
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| As girls grow old
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| And we all lose our charm in the end
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| But square cut or pear shape
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| These rocks don’t lose their shape
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| Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
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| There may come a time
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| When a lass needs a lawyer
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| But diamonds are a girl’s best friend
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| There may come a time
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| When a hardboiled employer
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| Thinks you’re awful nice
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| But get that ice or else «no dice!»
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| He’s your guy when stocks are high
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| But beware when they start to descend
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| It’s then that those louses
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| Go back to their spouses!
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| Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
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| Romance is divine
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| And I’m not one to knock it
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| Oh but diamonds are a girl’s best friend
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| Romance is divine
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| Yeah, but where can you hock it?
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| When the flame is gone
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| You just try and pawn a tired Don Juan!
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| Time rolls on
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| And youth is gone
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| And you can’t straighten up when you bend
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| But stiff back or stiff knees
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| You stand straight at Tiff’ney’s
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| Diamonds are a girl’s best friend |