I have never really felt like the girl that any guy wants to end up with... so this song kinda reflects those feelings.
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 irl.
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 pearl.
There's a girl I know... he loves her so. I'm not that girl.
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