Lyrics:

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 frost. . .
Pearl 'bossed. . .
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
Cos that's when those louses
Go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friend

I've heard of affairs which 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'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
Diamonds. . .
Are a girl's best. . . best friend