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 love to steal
To the land of what might have been,
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets in.
Like 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 ruins the heart.
I wasn't born for the rose and pearls.
There's a girl I know;
He loves her so,
I'm not that girl.