Cause Cheap Is How I Feel

												
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
Balf 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
Bow 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.