Not that girl...

"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 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...

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl...
...I'm not that girl"

- "I'm Not That Girl", Wicked