Play with fire - Panta Rhei

Play with fire

Panta Rhei

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Komp. Nanker Phelge

  

Text: Nanker Phelge
 

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.  
     
  Your mother she`s an heiress, owns a block in Saint John`s Wood.  
  And your father`d be there with her,  
  If he only could.  
  But don`t play with me, `cause you`re playing with fire.  
     
  Your old man took her diamonds and tiaras by the score,  
  Now she gets her kicks Stepney,  
  Not in Knightsbridge anymore;  
  So don`t play with me, `cause you´re playing with fire.  
     
  Now you´ve got some diamonds and will have some others;  
  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.  
  So don`t play with me, `cause you´re playing with fire  

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