I'm Not That Girl
Hands touch, lips meet
In the Common Room there is heat
Twins whoop 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 Herbology
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of the library
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When she calls him Won-Wonny
Blithe smile, lithe limb
Brains and books won't win him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Merlin knows
I'm not that girl:
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I was made for wands and for school
There's a girl I know
He snogs her so
I'm not that girl:
