Cause Cheap Is How I Feel

It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit

freezes before it hits the ground.

And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,

'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.

And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present

Am

to prove to you that what I said was real...

For something small and frail and plastic, baby

`Cause cheap is how I feel.

Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough

to come up with an answer

to the question why is it that every time I see you

my love grows a little stronger.

But your memory leaves my stomach turning,

feeling like a liar about to be revealed...

Am

But I hoard all this to myself,

`Cause cheap is how I feel.

SOLO....

It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights

How I hate the shadows that they cast.

And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing

I'll always drag with me from my past.

I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into

Am

and maybe strike a deal:

Your body for my soul, face swap,

`Cause cheap is how I feel.