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