Well, you've got your diamonds And you've got your pretty clothes And the chauffeur drives your car, babe You let everybody know So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother is some heiress Got a block in Saint John's Wood Your father would be there with her If he only could So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
(Playing with fire, playing with fire)
Now she's got her diamonds And she's gotta get some others But she'd better watch her step, now Or else be living with her mother Oh don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire
No don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fire So don't play with me, 'cause you're playing with fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
