Fighting fire with fire.
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You came here on purpose, in front of me, Diana
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To be seen with some other man
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You¡¯re wanting me to watch him, enjoy the freedom
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You¡¯re letting him take with his hands.
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Did you tell or must I tell him, Diana
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Does it matter to that kind of man?
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Any place he touches or kisses, Diana
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Is some place I¡¯ve already been.
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You know you¡¯re fighting fire with fire
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Over something that broke us apart
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At least I was hiding and trying, Diana
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To keep it from breaking your heart.
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You must¡¯ve been crazy, for taking advantage
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Of the fact that you weren¡¯t around
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But she was so soft and pretty
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And she made a promise, never to utter a sound.
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Can you tell or must I tell you, Diana
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It¡¯s a heart burning hell that I¡¯m in
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And any place he touches or kisses, Diana
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I¡¯d gladly crawl back there again.
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You know ¡¦
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Fighting fire with fire
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| Kenny Rogers |
