She - Elvis Costello - Sound track of Notting hill

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 a measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day in to a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
Her smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she would seem
Inside her shell

She would always seem so happy like a cloud
Whose eyes can be so bright 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
But I'll remember 'til the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and where for 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
The way she goes that, got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She, she ....

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