Vārdi: Lisa Loeb. Diamonds.

Diamonds are a ritual
A prize in a cracker jack
A name that you won't get back

Diamonds are a run around
A game you can't win
While you wait for your life to begin

Miss the party
Drink the punch
The drunk ones are the lucky bunch

Diamonds play single
So sharp and abrasive
Just look at their poor faces, it's sad

It's not in the cards for them
Look down at their hands, you'll see
Nothing but emptiness and misery

Miss the party
Drink the punch
The drunk ones are the lucky bunch

Drink til' they can't tell what's wrong
Drink til' they can't tell what's wrong

Diamonds are a piece of twine
A seal on the envelope
Some guarantee of hope

Diamonds are just rocks that shine
So I'm not the diamond kind
I'll never see a diamond mine

Miss the party
Drink the punch
The drunk ones are the lucky bunch

'Cause they can't remember when they've had such a bad time
No, they can't remember when they've had such a bad time
They can't remember when they've had such a bad time

Except they make diamond rings
And diamonds are the hardest things