I'm Not That Girl - Wicked, The New Musical Players

Elphaba:

Hands touch, eyes meet,

Sudden silence, sudden heat

Hearts leap in a giddy world.

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

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 Blythe 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 the pearl,

There’s a girl I know,

He loves her so,

I’m not that girl.