'Cause Cheap Is How I Feel - Michael Timmins

It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit

it freezes before it hits the ground

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

if he's out tonight he must be truly down

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

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 moon in the sky tonight, bright 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 churning,
feeling like a lie about to be revealed,
but I'll horde all this to myself
'cause cheap is how I feel

It's not the smell in here that gets to me it's the lights
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
and maybe strike a deal
Your body for my soul, fair swap
`cause cheap is how I feel

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