You came here on purpose in front of me, Diana,
to be seen by some other man.
You're wanting me to watch him enjoying freedom.
You're letting him take with his hands.
Should you tell or must I tell him,
Diana,
or does it matter to that kind of man?
Any place he touches or kisses,
Diana,
is someplace I've already been.
You're just fighting fire with fire
over something that broke us apart.
But at least I was hiding and trying,
Diana,
to keep it from breaking your heart.
I was foolish, Diana,
for taking advantage of the fact
that you weren't around.
But she was soft and pretty,
and she made a promise that she'd never utter a sound.
Should you tell or must I tell you, Diana,
it's a hot, burning hell that I'm in.
Cause any place he touches or kisses,
Diana,
I'd gladly crawl back there again.
You're just fighting fire with fire
over something that broke us apart.
But at least I was hiding and trying,
Diana,
to keep it from breaking your heart.
You're just fighting fire with fire
over something that broke us apart.
But at least I was hiding and trying, Diana,
to keep it from breaking your heart.