Play with Fire - The Beau Brummels

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 father took your diamonds and

Tiaras by the score

Now you gets your kicks in Stepney

Not in Knightsbridge anymore

So don’t play with me

'Cause you’re playing with fire…

Now you’ve got your diamonds and

You shall 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…