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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 Gorm! |
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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. |
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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. |
