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
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 the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl
- I am Not That Girl
I've hopped onto the Wicked bandwagon. Reading the book, loving the soundtrack. sigh.
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Have the book for the longest time but haven't gotten around to reading it yet meself. ;-)
Wicked is wicked. Hehe, I wish I'd had my glasses when I saw it, and wish I could see it again! The performance we saw was in Chicago, and it was a great show, the cast -fantastic. The cast had a great night (no one missed any notes or things like that).
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Kath,
I am elphaba (GREEN) with envy...
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