Play With Fire (originally by the Rolling Stones) (feat. Michael Franti) – Gov’t Mule

Well you’ve got your diamonds
Got your pretty clothes
Chauffeur drives you around
Everybody knows
But don’t you play with me, ’cause you’re playin’ with fire

Your mother she’s an heiress
Owns a block in Saint John’s Wood
Your father would be with her
If he only could
But don’t you play with me, ’cause you’re playin’ with fire

Your old man took her diamonds
Tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don’t you play with me, ’cause you’re playin’ with fire

Now you’ve got some diamonds
You will have some others
But you’d better watch your step, girl
You’ve been back living with your mother
So don’t you play with me, ’cause you’re playin’ with fire
Don’t you play with me, ’cause you’re playin’ with fire

Don’t you play with me, ’cause you’re playin’ with fire