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 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