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

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 the pearl
There´s a girl I know
He loves her so
I´m not that girl...