Play With Fire The Rolling Stones

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


Your mother she's a 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 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


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