‘Cause Cheap Is How I Feel Michael Timmins [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 |