She May be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She May be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
She May be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams The smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell
She Who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She May be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That I'll remember till the day I die
She May be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is
She - Elvis Costello
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May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
She, oh she