Disclaimer: I don't own Super Mario Brothers nor I'm Not That Girl. Such properties belong to Shigeru Miyamoto and the musical Wicked respectfully. This is a songfic. It is a work of fiction. Hoorah.

Hands touch, eyes meet

But it isn't with me

Sudden silence, sudden heat

I can see the way you look at her

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

She and I both love you Mario

He could be that boy

Mario I love you

But I'm not that girl:

But I'm not Princess Peach

Don't dream too far

Maybe it is good your eyes don't wander to mine

Don't lose sight of who you are

Maybe it is good you don't see my tears

Don't remember that rush of joy

I remember when you saved me from Tatanga

He could be that boy

I fell in love with you Mario

I'm not that girl

But I'm not Princess Peach

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

Perhaps I daydream too much. Can you see into my thoughts

Blithe smile, lithe limb

I pretend not to care

She who's winsome, she wins him

You won Peach. You won fair and square

Gold hair with a gentle curl

You are beautiful Peach

That's the girl he chose

Treat Mario well please

And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:

I'm not Princess Peach

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:

Mario loves Princess Peach not me