Відключити рекламуG CIt's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit
Gfreezes before it hits the ground.
G CAnd when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,
C D'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.
CAnd I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present
Amto prove to you that what I said was real...
D CFor something small and frail and plastic, baby
GCause cheap is how I feel.
G CBalf a moon in the sky tonight- not enough
Gto come up with an answer
Cto the question why is it that every time I see you
Gmy love grows a little stronger.
CBut your memory leaves my stomach turning,
Dfeeling like a liar about to be revealed...
Am CBut I hoard all this to myself,
GCause cheap is how I feel.
(guitar solo)
G CIt's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-
GBow I hate the shadows that they cast.
G CAnd the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
DI'll always drag with me from my past.
CI think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into
Amand maybe strike a deal:
D CYour body for my soul, face swap,
GCause cheap is how I feel.
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