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
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