I'm Not That Girl

From the Broadway musical-

Wicked

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 loose sight of

Who you are

Don't remember

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 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