She - Elvis Costello

She may be the face I can´t forget. 
A 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. 
A 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 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, oh she...