G                                    C
It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit
          G
freezes before it hits the ground.
G                                               C
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,
C                            D
'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.
        C
And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present
                     Am
to prove to you that what I said was real...
    D                                      C
For something small and frail and plastic, baby
                     G
Cause cheap is how I feel.

G                               C
Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough
   G
to come up with an answer
                                                C
to the question why is it that every time I see you
        G
my love grows a little stronger.
         C
But your memory leaves my stomach turning,
                    D
feeling like a liar about to be revealed...
      Am                C
But I hoard all this to myself,
                     G
Cause cheap is how I feel.

(guitar solo)

G                                                           C
It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-
               G
How I hate the shadows that they cast.
G                                        C
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
                      D
I'll always drag with me from my past.
             C
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into
    Am
and maybe strike a deal:
     D                 C
Your body for my soul, face swap,
                     G
Cause cheap is how I feel.