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The French were bred 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... 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 laconic 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 Friends |
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| 2:50 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:37 |
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| 9. |
| 2:45 |
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Never saw you look quite so pretty before,
Never saw you dress quite so handsome, what's more I can hardly wait to keep our date, this lovely Easter morning, And my heart beat fast as I came through the door. For... In your Easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it, You'd be the grandest fellow in the Easter parade, I'll be all in clover and when they look us over, We'll be the proudest couple in the Easter parade. On the avenue, 5th Avenue, The photographers will sanp us, And you'll find that you're in the Rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet, about your Easter bonnet, And of the guy I'm taking to the Easter Parade. On the avenue, 5th Avenue, The photographers will snap us, And you'll find that you're in the Rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet, About your Easter bonnet, And of the girl I'm taking to the Easter Parade. |
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| 10. |
| 4:30 |
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| 11. |
| 3:07 |
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| 12. |
| 3:06 |
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| 13. |
| 3:16 |
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| 15. |
| 1:29 |
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