Play With Fire Lyrics

Play With Fire

( Nanker Phelge)

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