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 friend A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental On your humble flat, or help you feed your helpless cat Men grow cold as girls grow old And we all lose our charms in the end But square-cut or pear-shaped These rocks don't lose their shape Diamonds are a girl's best friend
...Tiffany...Cartier...
Cause we are living in a material world And I am a material girl
Ah Come and get me, boys Black Star, Ross Cole Talk to me, Harry Zilder, tell me all about it! There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice
But get that ice or else no dice
He's your guy when stocks are high But beware when they start to descend Oooo...Diamonds are a girl's best Diamonds are a girls best Diamonds are a girls best friend
Let's make love Yes! Oh, come on Yes!
Oh!
Tiger! Roar! Roar!
Ole!
Everything's going so well!
Cause that's those louses go back to their spouses!