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We'd like to dedicate this to, uh
The people my age or older
Who grew up listening to The Rolling Stones
"Play With Fire"
Well, you've got your diamonds
And you've got your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
Don't play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
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
Your father'd be there with her
If he only could
Don't play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Don't play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Your old man took her diamond's
And tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore
Don't play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Don't play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Hey
Alright, thank you guys for coming down
We'll be back after the snow
And to all the WMNS listeners at home
Well, you've got your diamonds
And you may have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother
Don't you play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Don't you play with me
'Cause you're playing with fire
Hey
Fire
Good night
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