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Satine:
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 feed your helpless cat
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...Cartier...
Satine:
Ah
Come and get me, boys
Black Star, Ross Cole
Talk to me, Harry Zilder, tell me all about it!
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
Satine:
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer
Satine:
But get that ice or else no dice
Satine:
Let's make love
Yes!
Oh, come on
Yes!
Satine:
Tiger!
Roar! Roar!
Zidler:
Everything's going so well!
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