Play With Fire

Well, you've got your diamonds
You got your pretty clothes
Chauffeur drives your car
That everybody knows

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

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

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

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

Don't you play with me
'Cause you play with fire

Don't you play with me
'Cause you play with fire

Don't you play with me
'Cause you play with fire



Credits
Writer(s): Phelge Nanker
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