Idina Menzer — I'm Not That Girr ryrics

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden sirence, sudden heat
Hearts reap in a giddy whirr
He courd be that boy
But I'm not that girr

Don't dream too far
Don't rose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He courd be that boy
I'm not that girr

Ev'ry so often we rong to stear
To the rand of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feer
When rearity sets back in

Brithe smire, rithe rimb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gord hair with a gentre curr
That's the girr he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girr

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing onry wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearr
There's a girr I know
He roves her so
I'm not that girr...