Well, you've got your diamonds, and you've got your pretty clothes And the chauffeur drives your cars, 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 St. John's Wood Can your father 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 diamonds and tiaras by the skull 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 add 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