A/N: I do not own Wicked.
I'm that girl
with hair a gentle curl
My heart full of joy
when I look at that boy
with lips of cherry
and expression merry
with glistening eyes
but words of lies
She's that girl
who makes mist swirl
She strikes fear
like a spear
People hate
because of her fate
She is not mean
because she is green
She is my best friend
and she will be till the end
She is also she
that is free
To love him
despite her light dim
And he's not mine
Because I'm not that girl