| 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 charms in the end
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| But square-cut or pear-shaped
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| These rocks don’t loose their shape
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| Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
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| Tiffany’s!
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| Cartier!
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| Black Starr!
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| Frost Gorham!
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| Talk to me Harry Winston
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| Tell me all about it!
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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 hard-boiled 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
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| 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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| I’ve heard of affairs
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| That are strictly platonic
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| But diamonds are a girl’s best friend |
| And I think affairs
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| That you must keep liaisonic
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| Are better bets
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| If little pets get big baguettes
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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
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| Or stiff knees
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| You stand straight at Tiffany’s
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| Diamonds! |
| Diamonds!
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| I don’t mean rhinestones!
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| But diamonds are a girl’s best friend |