I like looking at your eyes
Playing piano
And staring out your windowIn the middle of the night
From your house on the hill
I was hoping
Hoping that you wouldn′t forget me
But I know you will
So don't go around saying
There′s no such thing as love
You can't go trading places
Don't forget that I
I am the cynical one
Wine and roses are fine
But I like the harder stuff
And I can still remember
When too much
Too much was never enough
So don′t go around saying
There′s no such thing as love
You can't go trading places
Don′t forget that I
I am the cynical one
Don't forget that I
I am the cynical one
Don′t forget that I
I am the cynical one
Don't forget that I
I am the cynical one
