Well you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let ev'rybody 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