She

  She - Elvis Costello

She maybe the face I can't forget 
A trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay 
She maybe the song that summer sings 
Maybe the chill that autumn brings 
Maybe a hundred different things within the measure of a day

She Maybe 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 seems 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 and 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, she

 

 

 

 

 

 

  She - Elvis Costello
 

 

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