Hands touch eyes meet
Sudden silence
sudden heat
Hearts leap
in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of
who you are
Don't remember that
rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often
we long to steal
To the land of
whatmighthavebeen
But that doesn't soften
the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile lithe limb
She who's winsome
she wins him
Gold hair
with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...
Don't wish don't start
Wishing only
wounds the heart
I wasn't born
for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...
