G5                              C5
It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit
        G5
freezes before it hits the ground.
G5                                    C5
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,
C5                       D5
'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.
      C5
And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present
                 A5
to prove to you that what I said was real...
    D5                                 C5
For something small and frail and plastic, baby
                 G5
Cause cheap is how I feel.

G5                        C5
Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough
   G5
to come up with an answer
                                    C5
to the question why is it that every time I see you
      G5
my love grows a little stronger.
       C5
But your memory leaves my stomach turning,
                D5
feeling like a liar about to be revealed...
      A5            C5
But I hoard all this to myself,
                 G5
Cause cheap is how I feel.

(guitar solo)

G5                                              C5
It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-
             G5
How I hate the shadows that they cast.
G5                               C5
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
                  D5
I'll always drag with me from my past.
           C5
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into
    A5
and maybe strike a deal:
     D5                   C5
Your body for my soul, face swap,
                 G5
Cause cheap is how I feel.