The Rolling Stones - Play with Fire

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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

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

Your old man took her diamond`s 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

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
So don`t play with me, `cause you`re playing with fire