Cheap Date Lyrics

She was on that dive bar dance floor; shakin to that eighties mix

She's trying to stay afloat in a fleet of relationships

So when they play The Smiths

She plays the mannequin or gets another drink

Until she's drunk enough to dance again

I'm standing in the corner while they're handling my order

When I caught her trying to frolic in my field of vision

She isn't my type, but that's alright

I'd like to keep it all platonic cause I've got the premonition that

She's never kissed a boy without a drink on his breath

And she's never loved a man who didn't remind her of daddy

She'll dance with dollar bottles singing "Living On A Prayer"

If the bar can keep it's promise that an hour makes her happy

She doesn't wear the locket that she got when she was six

She wears the skirt a little lower on the weekdays

She likes men that don't exist the morning after

Cause a secret is a secret but a lover is a cheap date

He was in the dive bar drinking on a champagne budget

Cause he ain't nobody's husband when the buzz is in effect

He tips the bartender single increments because

She gives a little wink and then she shoves em in her dress

You know the type

Over forty, from Boston

Only kicking game at women young enough to be his offspring

She's trying to talk him into buying her a lager
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And pretend he don't remind her of her father

He graduated with honors and got a job he hates

Cause what the dreamers call a home he calls a trash heap

He'll have another half a dozen gin and tonics

If the bar can keep it's promise that an hour makes him happy

He's been with women that never noticed his wedding ring

He keeps a picture of his children in his briefcase

They keep his wrists from the kisses of a razor

And it's hard to find a savior in the city these days

I was in the dive bar bathroom listening to last call

I'm looking at a broken mirror like a glass ball

Double vision was effecting the judgment

But I wouldn't recognize that reflection if it wasn't

Dude is buggin. Don't he know it's dangerous

Assuming he knows a human he ain't even acquainted with?

And maybe it's all peace as long as it ain't him

But fed his own medicine, what would he say then?

I bet he's never won a fist fight in his life

And he's only charismatic when he's speaking on a back beat

He'll catch a buzz and fall in love with a stranger

If the bar can keep it's promise that an hour makes him happy

Stereotypically skinny disheveled white boy

Music elitist, guaranteed to hate the deejay

He's trying to stress that he's so damn different

I bet he didn't even notice he's the cliches he hates