I'm Not That Girl - From 'Wicked'

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 am not that girl
 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 a pearl
 There's a girl I know
 He loves her so
 I am not that girl