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 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 a 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   How 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