| Traffic’s wild tonight
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| Diamond smiles her cocktail smile
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| Tonight she’s in heavy disquise
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| She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time
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| Weather’s mild tonight
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| She wonders do they notice her eyes
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| She wonders will her glamour survive
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| And can they see she’s going down a third time
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| Everybody tries
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| It’s Dale Carnegie gone wild
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| But Barbara Cartland’s child
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| Long ago perfected the motionless glide
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| In the low voltage noise
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| Diamond seems so sure and so poised
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| She shimmers for the bright young boys
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| And laugh’s «Love is for others, but me it destroys»
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| The girl in the cake
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| Jumped out too soon by mistake
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| Somebody said the whole thing’s half baked
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| And Diamond lifts her glass and says «cheers»
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| She stands to the side
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| There’s no more to this than meets the eye
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| Everybody drinks Martini dry
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| And talks about clothes and the latest styles
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| They said she did it
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| With grace
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| They said she did it
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| With style
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| They said she did it all
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| Before she died
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| Oh No
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| I remember Diamond’s smile
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| Nobody saw her go
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| They said they should have noticed
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| 'cos her dress was cut so low
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| Well it only goes to show
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| Ha, ha, how many real men any of us know
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| She went up the stairs
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| Stood up on the vanity chair
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| Tied her lame belt around the chandelier
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| And went out kicking at the perfumed air
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| They said she did it
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| With grace
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| They said she did it
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| With style
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| They said she did it all
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| Before she died
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| Oh No
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| I remember Diamond’s smile |