Diamonds Are a Gril's Best Friend, Pt. 2 - Marilyn Monroe

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 loose their shape

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend

Tiffany’s!

Cartier!

Black Starr!

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 baguettes

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 friend