'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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