Lyrics:
Hands touchEyes meetSudden silenceSudden heatHearts leap in a giddy whirlHe could be that boyBut I'm not that girlDon't dreamToo farDon't lose sight ofWho you areDon't remember that rush of joyHe could be that boyI'm not that girlEvery so often we long to stealTo the land of what might have beenBut that doesn't soften the ache we feelWhen reality sets back inBlithe smileLithe limbShe who's winsomeShe wins himGold hair with a gentle curlThat's the girl he choseAnd heaven knowsI'm not that girlDon't wishDon'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