Oh, the Diamond is too Rough

Leah over at Correntewire inspired me tonight! I hope you, dear reader, enjoy this little ditty--I imagine it as a reggae tune, sung by the ghost of Bob Marley...

oh, the diamond is too rough

i went shopping for a little gem
full of sparkle lights
a thousand facets reflecting love
to brighten up the night

i wanted something kind of hard
so pretty and yet tough
i tried to hold it but it cut my hand
oh, the diamond is too rough

everybody:
when you strut your stuff
when you've had enough
the diamond is too rough
yeah, baby
the diamond is too rough
you can cut the world
and make it fall apart
the diamond is too rough

i asked a lawyer and an engineer
to help me sail the seas
the engineer built a boat that sank
the lawyer sued the trees

i asked my baby to marry me
a long, long time ago
she just laughed and began to sing
no, no, no, no, no

come on baby, i'm serious
why do you give me guff?
she said her heart was way too soft
and the diamond is too rough

everybody:
when you strut your stuff
when you've had enough
the diamond is too rough
yeah, baby
the diamond is too rough
you can cut the world
and make it fall apart
the diamond is too rough

i saw a man who was mad at the world
he liked to shake his fist
he shut his eyes and he howled away
about all that he had missed

i brought him incense and a tambourine
and an empty cup for luck
he started singing with a silver voice
the diamond is too rough

everybody:
when you strut your stuff
when you've had enough
the diamond is too rough
yeah, baby
the diamond is too rough
you can cut the world
and make it fall apart
the diamond is too rough

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