Play With Fire

Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got these pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don't play with me, you're playing with fire

Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And daddy'd be there with her
If he only could
But don't play with me, you're playing with fire

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

Now you've got your diamonds, you may have some others
You'd better watch your step, girl
Or come home here to your mother
Don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire



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