Wicked

It's been a really long time since I've listened to music while studying, and today, I'm listening to the soundtrack of Wicked. Wicked brings back memories of the last bits of New York City, watching it with Erwin, very different from most of the musicals I've watched. And previous attempts to watch it, including trying to win the lottery for front row shows with Engsiang (didn't get lucky!)

I'm Not That Girl
Indina Menzel, in Wicked

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: