In the hand painted night me and F. Scott are partners
At the hotel flamingo wearing blackmarket shoes
And this loud cuban band crucifying John Lennon
No wants to be lonely no wants to sing the blues

She's perched like a parrot on a tuxedo shoulder
What's she doing with him she should be dancing with me
She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant finger
I want to be what she's drinking I wish I knew what to be

I saw you first I'm the first one tonight
I saw you first don't that give me the right
To poke around in your heart
Everybody was looking but I saw you first

On the moon spattered road in her parrot rebozo
F. Scott's long yellow car and the rain on her lips
She's perched like a bird on his elegant shoulder
I wish I was elegant I wish she'd give me a kiss

In the bone colored dawn me and F. Scott are singing
The radio's playing she left her scarf in the back
He tells me a story 'bout some girl from Kentucky
I want to be in a story in a story like that

I saw you first I'm the first one tonight
I saw you first don't that give me the right
To poke around in your heart
Everybody was looking but I saw you first

Writer : GREEN, GEORGE MICHAEL/MELLENCAMP, JOHN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing