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 play with me, 'cause you're playing 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 play with me, '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      But 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   So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire