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.