The story of my life

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,
But 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 is winsome, she wins him.
Gold hair with a gentle curl...
That 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