| In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners
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| At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes
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| This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
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| No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues
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| She’s perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder
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| Christ, what’s she doing with him, she could be dancing with me
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| She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger
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| I want to be what she’s drinking, yeah, I just want to be
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| I saw you first, I’m the first one tonight
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| I saw you first, don’t that give me the right
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| To move around in your heart
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| Everyone was lookin' but I saw you first
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| On a moon-spattered road in her parrot rebozo
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| Gypsy Scotty is driving his big long yellow car
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| She flies like a bird over his shoulder
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| She whispers in his ear, boy, you are my star
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| But I saw you first, I’m the first one tonight
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| Yes, I saw you first, don’t that give me the right
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| To move around in your heart
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| Everyone was lookin'
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| In the bone-colored dawn, me and Gypsy Scotty are singin'
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| The radio is playin', she left her shoes out in the back
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| He tells me a story about some girl he knows in Kentucky
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| He just made that story up, there ain’t no girl like that
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| But I saw you first, I’m the first one tonight
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| Yes, I saw you first, don’t that give me the right
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| To move around in your heart
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| Everyone was lookin' but I saw you first
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| I saw you first
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| I saw you first
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| Yeah, yeah |