Veni, Vidi, Scripsi.

Play With Fire Lyrics
The Rolling Stones
 
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 [...]