Elvis Costello - She

 

 

 

 

 

she maybe the face I can't forget
the trace of pleasure or regret
maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song the summer sings
maybe the chill the autumn brings
maybe a hundred different things
within the magic of a day

She maybe the beauty or the beast
maybe the famine or the feast
may turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She maybe the mirror on my dreams
a smile reflect in a stream
she may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seem so happy in all crowd
whose eye to be so bright and so proud
no one's allow laughter see the when day cry

She maybe the love that can hope to last
may come to me shadows of the best
but I remember to day I die

She maybe the reason I survive
the why and wherefore I've live
the what I care for through the run and ready hills

Me, I will take her laughter and her tears
and make all my souvenirs
where for she goes I got to be
the meaning of my life is she, she, woo, she