Lyrics The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones

Play With Fire

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 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

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 play with me

'Cause you're playing with fire

So don't play with me

'Cause you're playing with fire