Simon, Paul - Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes

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She's a rich girl, she don't try to hide it
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Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
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Hes's a poor boy, empty as a pocket
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Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
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Sing ta na na, ta na na na, diamonds on the soles of her shoes
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Sing ta na na, ta na na na, diamonds on the soles of her shoes
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Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
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Diamonds on the soles of her shoes, poor boy
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Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.

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People say she's crazy she got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
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Well, that's one way to lose those walking blues
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Wearin' diamonds on the soles of her shoes

Repeat chords for remaining verses

She's physically forgot but then she slipped
into my pocket with my car keys
She say's you're taking me for granted because I please you
Wearing these di-amonds

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And I can say ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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As if everybody here would know what I was talkin' about
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As if everybody would know exactly what I was talkin' about
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Talkin' about diamonds on the soles of her shoes   oo-ooh, oo-ooh

She makes the sign of a teaspoon, he makes the sine of a wave
The poor boy changes clothes & puts on aftershave
To compensate for his ordinary shoes

She said "honey, take me dancing"
but they ended up out sleeping in a doorway
By the bordellos and the lights of Upper Broadway
Wearing diamonds on the soles of their shoes

And I can say