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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. 
 
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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 ......