Rolling Stones

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

And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
But don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire

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

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