I like looking at your eyes Playing piano And staring out your window In 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