Cheap Date

She was on that dive bar dance floor; shakin to that eighties mix
Shes trying to stay afloat in a fleet of relationships
So when they play The Smiths
She plays the mannequin or gets another drink
Until shes drunk enough to dance again
Im standing in the corner while theyre handling my order
When I caught her trying to frolic in my field of vision
She isnt my type, but thats alright
Id like to keep it all platonic cause Ive got the premonition that
Shes never kissed a boy without a drink on his breath
And shes never loved a man who didnt remind her of daddy
Shell dance with dollar bottles singing 'Living On A Prayer'
If the bar can keep its promise that an hour makes her happy
She doesnt wear the locket that she got when she was six
She wears the skirt a little lower on the weekdays
She likes men that dont 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 aint nobodys 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
Shes trying to talk him into buying her a lager
And pretend he dont 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
Hell have another half a dozen gin and tonics
If the bar can keep its promise that an hour makes him happy
Hes 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 its hard to find a savior in the city these days
I was in the dive bar bathroom listening to last call
Im looking at a broken mirror like a glass ball
Double vision was effecting the judgment
But I wouldnt recognize that reflection if it wasnt
Dude is buggin. Dont he know its dangerous
Assuming he knows a human he aint even acquainted with?
And maybe its all peace as long as it aint him
But fed his own medicine, what would he say then?
I bet hes never won a fist fight in his life
And hes only charismatic when hes speaking on a back beat
Hell catch a buzz and fall in love with a stranger
If the bar can keep its promise that an hour makes him happy
Stereotypically skinny disheveled white boy
Music elitist, guaranteed to hate the deejay
Hes trying to stress that hes so damn different
I bet he didnt even notice hes the cliches he hates