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Finders Keepers

What are you looking at? Stop gawking, honey, You're making me blush— And I assure you, that's not easy. You've got questions Written all over your face, But this isn't your kind Of place. So take your pretty little curiosity And walk it back uptown. The night's got rules, sweetheart, And you don't know them now. **[Pre-Chorus]** I've seen your kind before, Always wanting more You see the beauty, Never notice the trap. **[Chorus]** Finders keepers, Losers weepers, That's the way it goes. He came into our little world, Now everybody knows. Finders keepers, Losers weepers, Don't look so blue. This life is not made for you Even if you're kinda cute. **[Verse 2]** Back in twenty-something, We knew how to behave, A little gin, a little jazz, A little dancing on the grave. Now you've got your neon lights, Your automobiles and phones, But underneath the glitter, You're still afraid of the unknown. I've watched a hundred sunsets From behind a drawn curtain, And believe me, sweetheart, Nothing about this life is certain. **[Pre-Chorus]** So don't get sentimental, Don't make that pretty face. You came looking for somebody— He's already found his place. **[Chorus]** Finders keepers, Losers weepers, That's the way it goes. He came into our little world, Now everybody knows. Finders keepers, Losers weepers, Don't make me repeat— This life is not made for you, honey. Go find yourself a safer street. **[Saxophone Break — sultry, playful]** **[Bridge — whispered over bass]** Oh, don't pout. You think I'm being cruel? Darling… I'm being polite. Because if you stay past sunrise, You may not like What happens after midnight. **[Final Chorus]** Finders keepers, Losers weepers, That's the oldest rule I know. What's mine is mine, What's gone is gone, And you're better off letting go. Finders keepers, Losers weepers, Now don't look so sad. You're awfully cute, I'll give you that… But sweetheart— **You don't want the life we have.** **[Outro — sax and soft piano, spoken word]** So… What are you looking at? Go on. Shoo. Before I start to like you.