I have heard the phrase all my life. I am not a huge fan of jewelry, and still I understand the significance it has for some. I primarily associated it with wedding rings, and that just shows my age. I wondered why the phrase was so ingrained in my head and then finally a tune came into my head. Eventually I just had to look up the lyrics.
The French are glad to die for love.They delight in fighting duels.But I prefer a man who livesAnd gives expensive jewels.A kiss on the handMay be quite continental,But diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
A kiss may be grandBut it won’t pay the rentalOn your humble flatOr help you at the automat.
Men grow coldAs 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 timeWhen a lass needs a lawyer,But diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
There may come a timeWhen a hard-boiled employerThinks you’re awful nice,But get that ice or else no dice.
He’s your guyWhen stocks are high,But beware when they start to descend.
It’s then that those lousesGo back to their spouses.Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
I’ve heard of affairsThat are strictly platonic,But diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
And I think affairsThat you must keep liaisonicAre better betsIf little pets get big baguettes.
Time rolls on,And youth is gone,And you can’t straighten up when you bend.
But stiff backOr stiff knees,You stand straight at Tiffany’s.
Diamonds! Diamonds!I don’t mean rhinestones!But diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
Songwriters: L. ROBIN, J. STYNE