Play With Fire
Well, you've got your diamondsAnd you've got your pretty clothesAnd the chauffeur drives your carsYou let everybody know
But don't play with me'Cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiressOwns a block in Saint John's WoodAnd your father'd be there with herIf he only could
But don't play with me'Cause you're playing with fire
Your old man took her diamondsAnd tiaras by the scoreNow she gets her kicks in StepneyNot in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't play with me'Cause you're playing with fire
Now you've got some diamondsAnd you will have some othersBut you'd better watch your step, girlOr start living with your mother
So don't play with me'Cause you're playing with fireSo don't play with me'Cause you're playing with fire