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Hands touch, eyes meet,
sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap when we walked by.
She could be that girl,
but I'm not that guy.
Don't dream too far,
don't lose sight of who you are,
don't remember that rush of joy.
She could be that girl,
But I'm not that guy.
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, weak knees
she who's winsome,
she wins me.
Straight hair with a pleasant smile,
that's the girl I chose
and heaven knows,
I'm not that guy.
Don't wish, don't start
wishing only wounds the heart,
I wasn't born for the serious mould,
there's a girl I know,
I love her so,
But I'm not that bold.
Adapted from
Wicked - I'm Not That Girl Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Hands touch, eyes meet,
sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap when we walked by.
She could be that girl,
but I'm not that guy.
Don't dream too far,
don't lose sight of who you are,
don't remember that rush of joy.
She could be that girl,
But I'm not that guy.
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, weak knees
she who's winsome,
she wins me.
Straight hair with a pleasant smile,
that's the girl I chose
and heaven knows,
I'm not that guy.
Don't wish, don't start
wishing only wounds the heart,
I wasn't born for the serious mould,
there's a girl I know,
I love her so,
But I'm not that bold.
Adapted from
Wicked - I'm Not That Girl Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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