I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she'd be silently resigned He'd be mine She would say, "I'm fine" She'd be lying But when I fantasize at night it's Alexander's eyes As I romanticize what might have been if I hadn't sized him up so quickly At least my dear Eliza's his wife At least I keep his eyes in my life