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
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 the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl