above all else, Love, because this is a story about falling in love at the Moulin Rouge, about doomed love, about love that no-one even notices, about love for sale and love given away for free.
But even then, there is always a cost, something lost, something taken, love is bad for business.
The French are glad to die for love
This then is the best sort of love, a doomed and tragic love
A kiss on the hand is quite continental
Why fall in love with the penniless writer when other desire will wrap your neck in jewels, allow the moon to shine against your skin, pale skin in paler moonlight
But diamonds are a girls’ best friend
Lost in their love story, eyes only for each-other, blind to harsh realities of our Moulin lives
A kiss may be grand
But it won’t pay the rental
On your humble flat
She chooses to close her eyes, imagine a better future
A life where charm is never lost, where the body stays adored, forever young
But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don’t loose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
We try to warn her,
Time rolls on,
And youth is gone
,And you can’t straighten up when you bend.
But she laughs in our faces, says their love will last for always, says that their love will keep her warm
Men grow cold
As girls grow old,
And we all lose our charms in the end.
And at the end, when everything is lost, love, beauty, freedom.
There is only truth remaining
I don’t mean rhinestones!
But diamonds are a girl’s best friend.