'Cause Cheap is How I Feel
[G] [C] [G] [G7] [G] [D] [C] [G]
[G] It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you [C] spit
it freezes [G] before it hits the ground.
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a [C] dollar
if he's out tonight he [D] must be truly down.
And I'm [C] searching all the windows for a last minute present
to prove to you [Am] what I said was real,
for [D] something small and frail and plastic, [C] baby,
'cause cheap is how I [G] feel.
[G] Half moon in the sky tonight, [C] bright enough
to [G] come up with an answer
to the [G7] question why is it that every time I see [C] you
my love [G] grows a little stronger.
But your [C] memory leaves my stomach churning,
feeling like a lie [D] about to be revealed,
but I'll [Am] horde all this to [C] myself
'cause cheap is how [G] I feel.
[G] [C] [G] [C] [D] [C] [Am] [D] [C] [G]
It's not the [G] smell in here that gets to me it's the [C] lights
I hate the [G] shadows that they cast,
and the sound of clinking bottles is the [C] one sure thing
I'll always drag [D] with me from my past.
I think I'll [C] find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into
and [Am] maybe strike a deal.
Your [D] body for my soul, fair [C] swap
'cause cheap is how I [G-C] feel. [G]
Tabbed by Kimberley D. Ewart: Michael Timmins gave me these chords