Well you got your diamonds
And you got your pretty clothes
A chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
Don't play with me
You're playin' 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
Her old man took her diamonds
And tiara's by the score
Now she gets her kicks in steadly
Not in knights bridge anymore
Don't play with me
You're playin' with fire
Well you got your diamonds
You will have some others
But you better watch your step girl
Or start living with your mother
Don't play with me
You're playin' with fire
Don't play with me
You're playin' with fire
Don't play with me
'cause you're playin' with fire
(THE ROLLING STONES - Play with fire)
And you got your pretty clothes
A chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
Don't play with me
You're playin' 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
Her old man took her diamonds
And tiara's by the score
Now she gets her kicks in steadly
Not in knights bridge anymore
Don't play with me
You're playin' with fire
Well you got your diamonds
You will have some others
But you better watch your step girl
Or start living with your mother
Don't play with me
You're playin' with fire
Don't play with me
You're playin' with fire
Don't play with me
'cause you're playin' with fire
(THE ROLLING STONES - Play with fire)
2 comentarios:
muy bello...y falireligioso.
la imagen de la iglesia en casa.
se siente un calorcito, ese de pasar el dedo perpendicular por el fuego y todo aquello sin quemarse.
Gracias por pasar... Total coincidencia con lo que decís.
Saludos.
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