Cynical Lyric For Two

A: Why are you so negative?

B: Because I’m a cynic.

A: Why are you so cynical?

B: Cynicism protects me from false beliefs and delusions.

A: You seem to live in a constant state of defense and distrust.

B: Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not ‘seems.’

A: Oh, no. Not the melancholy Dane!

B: ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black,

A: Your favorite color . . .

B: Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,

A: Your favorite gesture . . .

B: No, nor the fruitful river in the eye . . .

A: Stop! Hence loathed melancholy!

B: Hence, vain deluding joys!

A: I can’t get enough of you.

B: I know.