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 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 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 --- Play With Fire - The Rolling Stones