Tom: D
D
She's a rich girl, she don't try to hide it
A D
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
D
Hes's a poor boy, empty as a pocket
A D
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
G D A D
Sing ta-na-na, ta-na-na-na, diamonds on the soles of her shoes
G D A D
Sing ta-na-na, ta-na-na-na, diamonds on the soles of her shoes
A D
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
A D
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes, poor boy
A D
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
D G A D G A D G A D G A
D G A D
People say she's crazy she got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
G A D
Well, that's one way to lose those walking blues
G A D
Wearin' diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She's physic'ly 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-i-i-i-i-amonds
D G A D
And I can say ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
G A D
As if everybody here would know what I was talkin' about
G A D
As if everybody would know exactly what I was talkin' about
G A D G -A D G -A
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 ......
