elvis costello - she
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 / she / oh she.
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