Well, you've got your diamonds, got your fancy clothes
Chauffeur drives you around, everybody knows
But don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire
If you're playin' with me, then you're playin' with fire

Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
Your father would be with her if only he could
But don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire
If you're playin' with me, then you're playin' with fire

Your old man took her diamonds, tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney, not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire
So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire

Now you've got some diamonds, you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
You've been back living with your mother
So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire
So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire

One more time
So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire
One more time
So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire

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Writer(s): Nanker Phelge