Cheap from New Virginity by Nat Harvie

Don’t be cheap just pay the ransom
Drive the limit on the bridge back to the USA
Don’t watch the road don’t count your money in your head
Witness the secret disease of all the cattle off the highway

I think of you when I cut my hair
I think often of cutting out my middle name
And I can’t describe how bad your stubble hurts my lips
While we’re making love in the bed where your grandma died

I was only practicing I didn’t know I was practicing
I didn’t know I was practicing I didn’t know I was cheap

Don’t you be cruel no don’t you I.D. me
When I roll back into town
When I’m trying to throw my weight around
I tell strangers still I’m only 19 years old
So I can seem a little smarter than my age
So I can get laid

And that was cruel I knew full well that was cruel
I knew full well I was cruel I knew full well I was cruel
But I was only practicing I didn’t know I was practicing
I didn’t know I was practicing I didn’t know I was cheap

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