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
Now 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
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Your old man took her diamonds 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 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
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Now don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire