Fighting fire with fire.



You came here on purpose, in front of me, Diana

To be seen with some other man

You're wanting me to watch him, enjoy the freedom

You're letting him take with his hands.



Did you tell or must I tell him, Diana

Does it matter to that kind of man?

Any place he touches or kisses, Diana

Is some place I've already been.



You know you're fighting fire with fire

Over something that broke us apart

At least I was hiding and trying, Diana

To keep it from breaking your heart.



You must've been crazy, for taking advantage

Of the fact that you weren't around

But she was so soft and pretty

And she made a promise, never to utter a sound.



Can you tell or must I tell you, Diana

It's a heart burning hell that I'm in

And any place he touches or kisses, Diana

I'd gladly crawl back there again.



You know