Elvis Costello - She She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleaseure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song the summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day She may be a beauty or a beast May be the famine or feast May turn each day into a heave or hell She may be the mirror of my dreams The smile reflected in a stream She may not be what 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 be come to me from shadows of my past That I'll remember the day that I die She may be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The what I care for though 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 life is she, she, she (Notting Hill - OST)
She
Elvis Costello - She
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleaseure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be a beauty or a beast
May be the famine or feast
May turn each day into a heave or hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what 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 be come to me from shadows of my past
That I'll remember the day that I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The what I care for though 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 life is she, she, she
(Notting Hill - OST)