the rolling stones
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 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