Lyrics Play with Fire - The Pretty Things

Play with Fire

Well, you’ve got your diamonds
And you’ve got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car, babe
You let everybody know
So don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
So don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
Your mother is some heiress
Got a block in Saint John’s Wood
Your father would be there with her
If he only could
So don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
So don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
(Playing with fire, playing with fire)
Now she’s got her diamonds
And she’s gotta get some others
But she’d better watch her step, now
Or else be living with her mother
Oh don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
So don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
No don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire
So don’t play with me, 'cause you’re playing with fire