Lyrics:

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 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 its the lights
I hate the shadows that they cast,
and the sound of clinking bottles is the one small 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