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