Hands (C5)touch,

eyes (C5)meet,

Sud den (C5)si lence, sud den (C)heat.

Hearts leap

in a gid dy (F)whirl,

He could (G)be that (C)boy,

but I’m (C)not that (G)girl.

Don’t (C5)dream

too (C5)far,

Don’t lose sight of who you (C)are.

Don’t re (Am)mem ber that (G)rush of (F)joy.

He could (G)be that (C)boy,

I’m (C)not that (C)girl.

(Db)Ev ’ry so of ten we (Gb)long to steal to the (Cbmaj7)land of What Might Have (Fb)Been,

But (C)that does n’t soft en the (A7)ache we (Dm)feel when re (D7sus)al i ty sets back (G7)in.

Blithe (C5)smile,

lithe (C5)limb,

She who’s win some, she wins (C)him.

Gold hair

with a gen tle (F)curl—

That’s the (G)girl he (C)chose,

and (C)heav en (Gsus)knows,

I’m not that (Csus)girl.

Don’t (C5)wish,

don’t (C5)start.

Wish ing (C5)on ly (G)wounds the (C)heart.

I was n’t born for the rose and (F)pearl,

There’s a (G)girl I (C)know—

He (C)loves her (Gsus)so,

I’m not

that girl...