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 plat with me, 'cause you're playing with fire 

Your mother she's a 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