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