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(A Rolling Stones song, recorded for their 3rd album Out
of
Our
Heads, 1965)
Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
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, cause you're playing with fire
Don't play, 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 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 with me, you're playing with fire