I'm Not That Girl
Hands touch, eyes meetSudden silence, sudden heatHearts leap in a giddy whirlHe could be that boyBut I'm not that girl
Don't dream too farDon't lose sight of who you areDon't remember that rush of joyHe could be that boyI'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to stealTo the land of what-might-have-beenBut that doesn't soften the ache we feelWhen reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limbShe who's winsome, she wins himGold hair with a gentle curlThat's the girl he choseAnd Heaven knowsI'm not that girl
Don't wish, don't startWishing only wounds the heartI wasn't born for the rose and the pearlThere's a girl I knowHe loves her soI'm not that girl...