Idina Menzel - I'm Not That Girl |
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I'm Not That Girl
Idina Menzel Hands touch Sudden silence Eyes meet Sudden heat Hearts leap in a giddy whirl But I'm not that girl He could be that boy Too far Don't dream 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 To the land of what might have been Every so often we long to steal But that doesn't soften the ache we feel When reality sets back in Lithe limb Blithe smile She wins him Gold hair with a gentle curl She who's winsome And heaven knows I'm not that girl That's the girl he chose Don't wish Don't start Wishing only wounds the heart There's a girl I know I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl I'm not that girlHe loves her so |
