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