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Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes |
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And the chauffeur drives your car |
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You let everybody know |
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But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire |
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Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood |
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And your father'd be there with her |
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If he only could |
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But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire |
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Your old man took her diamond's and tiaras by the score |
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Now she gets her kicks in Stepney |
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Not in Knightsbridge anymore |
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So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire |
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Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others |
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But you'd better watch your step, girl |
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Or start living with your mother |
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So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire |
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So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire |
