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Well, you've got your diamonds |
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And you've got your pretty clothes |
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And the chauffeur drives your car, you let everybody know |
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But don't play with me 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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Your mother, she's an heiress |
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Owns a block in Saint John's Wood |
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And your father'd be there with her if he only could |
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But don't play with me 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score |
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Now she gets her kicks in Stepney |
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Not in Knightsbridge anymore |
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So don't play with me 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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Now you've got some diamonds and you will have some others |
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But you'd better watch your step girl or start livin' with your mother |
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So don't play with me 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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So don't you play with me 'cause you're playin' with |
