Elvis Costello - She

^CShe may be the face I can't forget ^Ebdim The trace of pleasure or regret^F May be my treasure or the ^Cprice I have to pay ^{A7 Dm}She may be the song that summer sings ^Fm6 Maybe the chill that autumn brings ^C Maybe a hundred different ^Dmthings Within the measure of^G a ^Cday

^CShe may be the beauty or the beas^Ebdimt May be the famine or the ^Ffeast May turn each day into a ^CHeaven or a Hell ^{A7 Dm}She may be the mirror of my dream^Fm6s a smile reflected in a ^Cstream She may not be what she may seem ^{D7 G}Inside her shell ^C

^G#She, who always seems so happy in a cr^Ebowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud ^C# No one's allowed to see them when ^Cthey cry ^FmShe may be the love that ^Bb cannot hope to ^Eblast May come to me from ^C shadows in the pa^D7st That I remember 'till the day I die ^G

^CShe maybe the reason I ^Ebdim survive The why and wherefore I'm ^F alive The one I'll care for through the rou^Cgh in many years ^{A7 Dm}Me, I'll take her laughter her tear^Fm6s And make them all my souvenirs ^C And where she goes I've got to be ^D7 The meaning of my life i^Gs ^FShe, she^{C Dm}Oh,^Gsus she ^{G C}