I'm Not That Girl

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Hands Touch, Eyes Meet
Sudden Silence, Sudden Heat.
Hearts leap in a giddy Whirl.
He could be that boy,
But I'm not the girl.

Don't Dream To far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remeber that rush of joy.
He could be that boy.
But I'm not that girl.

Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been.
But that doesn't soften the ach we feel
When reality sets back in.

Blithe smile, Lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him.
Gold hair, with a gentle curl
Thats 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
Theres a girl i know,
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...

-Idina Menzel-Wicked