Play with Fire (Live)

Thank you very much
We're confused by that

Well, you've got your diamonds
And you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your cars
You let everybody know

But don't you play with me
'Cause you're playin' with fire

Your mother, she's an heiress
Owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could

But don't you play with me
'Cause you're playin' with fire

Your old man took her diamonds
And tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore

But don't you play with me
'Cause you're playin' with fire
But don't you play with me
'Cause you're playin' with fire

Now you've got some diamonds
And you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother

But don't you play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire (playin' with fire)
But don't you play with me
'Cause you're playin' with fire (playin' with fire)
You're playing with fire

Thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richard, Charlie Watts, William George Wyman, Brian Jones
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