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Traffic's wild tonight |
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Diamond smiles her cocktail smile. |
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Tonight she's in heavy disquise. |
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She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time. |
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Weather's mild tonight |
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She wonders do they notice her eyes, |
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She wonders will her glamour survive, |
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And can they see she's going down a third time. |
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Everybody tries, |
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It's Dale Carnegie gone wild, |
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But Barbara Cartland's child |
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Long ago perfected the motionless glide. |
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In the low voltage noise, |
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Diamond seems so sure and so poised |
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She shimmers for the bright young boys, |
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And laugh's "Love is for others, but me it destroys" |
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The girl in the cake |
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Jumped out too soon by mistake, |
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Somebody said the whole thing's half baked |
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And Diamond lifts her glass and says "cheers" |
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She stands to the side |
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There's no more to this than meets the eye, |
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Everybody drinks Martini dry, |
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And talks about clothes and the latest styles. |
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They said she did it |
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With grace. |
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They said she did it |
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With style. |
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They said she did it all |
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Before she died |
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Oh No |
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I remember Diamond's smile |
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Nobody saw her go, |
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They said they should have noticed |
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'cos her dress was cut so low. |
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Well it only goes to show |
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Ha, ha, how many real men any of us know. |
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She went up the stairs, |
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Stood up on the vanity chair, |
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Tied her lame belt around the chandelier, |
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And went out kicking at the perfumed air. |
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They said she did it |
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With grace. |
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They said she did it |
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With style. |
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They said she did it all |
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Before she died |
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Oh No |
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I remember Diamond's smile |
