Play with Fire

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

But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing 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 play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

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

(So don't) play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
(So don't) play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (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

(So don't) play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (fire)
(So don't) play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (fire)

Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (fire, fire, fire)
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (fire, fire, fire)

Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (fire)
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire (fire, fire, fire, fire)
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Fire, fire, fire, fire

Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire



Credits
Writer(s): Phelge Nanker
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