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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizePlay With Fire
Well, you've got your diamonds and you've got your pretty clothesAnd the chauffeur drives your carYou let everybody knowBut don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fireYour mother she's a heiress, owns a block in Saint John's WoodAnd your father'd be there with herIf he only couldBut don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fireYour old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the scoreNow she gets her kicks in StepneyNot in Knightsbridge anymoreSo don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fireNow you've got some diamonds and you will have some othersBut you'd better watch your step, girlOr start living with your motherSo don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fireSo don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
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