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
