"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 will 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 says "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 things 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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Chorus:
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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 lamee belt around the chandelier,
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And went out kicking at the perfumed air.
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Repeat Chorus
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Diamond Smiles
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Boomtown Rats |