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
Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire.
Your mother, she's an heiress, owns a block in St.
John's Wood.
And your father'd be there with her if he only could.
But don't play with me, because you're playing with fire.
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
don't play
Oh,
Thank you.
uh
So don't play with me.
Don't play with me.
Don't play with me.
Because you're playing with fire.
Fire
Cause you're playing with fire
