Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend

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 at the automat

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’s … Cartier … Black Star, Frost, Gorham

Talk to me, Harry, Winston, 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

It’s then that those louses go back to their spouses

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend

I’ve heard of affairs that are strictly platonic

But diamonds are a girl’s best friend

And I think affairs that you must keep liaisonic

Are better bets if little pets get big baggettes

Time rolls on and youth is gone

And you can’t straighten up when you bend

But stiff back or stiff knees

You stand straight at Tiffany’s

Diamonds, diamonds

I don’t mean rhinestones

But diamonds are a girl’s best, best friend