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Hands touch, eyes meet |
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Sudden silence, sudden heat |
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Hearts leap in a giddy whirl |
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He could be that boy |
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But I'm not that girl |
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I'm not that girl |
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Blithe smile, lithe limb |
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She who's winsome, she wins him |
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Gold hair with a gentle curl |
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That's the girl he chose |
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And heaven knows |
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I'm not that girl |
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Don't dream too far |
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Don't lose sight of who you are |
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Don't remember that rush of joy |
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He could be that boy |
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I'm not that girl |
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Every so often we long to steal |
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To the land of what might have been |
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But that doesn't soften the ache we feel |
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When reality sets back in |
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Don't wish, don't start |
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Wishing only wounds the heart |
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I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl |
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There's a girl I know |
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He loves her so |
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I'm not that girl |
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I'm not that girl |
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Don't dream too far |
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Don't lose sight of who you are |
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(I'm not that girl) |
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I won't wish, and I won't start |
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Wishing only wounds the heart |
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(I'm not that girl) |
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I won't dream, but I'm gonna pray |
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That maybe someday |
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I'll be that girl |
