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...