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Well you've got your diamonds |
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Got your fancy clothes |
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Chauffeur drives you around |
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Everybody knows |
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Don't you 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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Your father would be with her |
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If he only could |
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But don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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Your old man took her diamonds |
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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 you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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Now you've got some diamonds |
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And you will have some othersy |
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But you'd better watch your step, girl |
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You'll be back living with your mother |
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So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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One more time |
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So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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I said don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
