| Well, you’ve got your diamonds
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| And you’ve got your pretty clothes
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| And the chauffeur drives your car
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| You let everybody know
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| But don’t play with me
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| 'Cause you’re playing with fire
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| Your mother, she’s an heiress
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| On the block in St. Johns Wood
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| And your father be there with her
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| If he only could
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| But don’t play with me
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| 'Cause you’re playing with fire
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| Old man took her diamonds
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| And tiaras by the score
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| Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
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| Not in Knightsbridge anymore
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| So don’t play with me
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| 'Cause you’re playing with fire
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| Oh, oh, oh you’re playing with fire
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| Well, you’ve got your diamonds
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| And you’ve got your pretty clothes
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| And the chauffeur drives your car
|
| You let everybody know
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| So don’t play with me
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| 'Cause you’re playing with fire
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| Oh, oh, oh you’re playing with fire
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| 'Cause you’re playing with fire
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| Don’t play with me
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| 'Cause you’re playing with fire |