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 girls 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 girls best friend!
Tiffany’s!
Cartier!
Black Star, Ross 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 girls best friend.
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer thinks your 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 girls 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 Masonic are better bets if little pets get big baguettes.
Time rolls on, and youth is gone, and you can’ 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 girls best friend.
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