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 …