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Well, you've got your diamonds, got your fancy clothes |
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Chauffeur drives you around, everybody knows |
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But don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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If you're playin' with me, then you're playin' with fire |
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Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood |
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Your father would be with her if only he could |
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But don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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If you're playin' with me, then you're playin' with fire |
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Your old man took her diamonds, tiaras by the score |
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Now she gets her kicks in Stepney, 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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So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
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Now you've got some diamonds, you will have some others |
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But you'd better watch your step, girl |
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You've been 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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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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One more time |
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So don't you play with me, 'cause you're playin' with fire |
