Not that Girl

Hands touch, eyes meetSudden 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 boyI'm not that girl...Ev'ry 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 pearl There's a girl I know...He loves her so...I'm not that girl...