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 p lay with me, 'cause you're p laying 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 p lay with me, 'cause you're p laying 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 p lay with me, 'cause you're p laying 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 p lay with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
So don't p lay with me, 'cause you're p laying with fire