Elvis Costello - She

^CShe may be the face I can't f^C/Aorget The trace of pleasure or re^Fgret Maybe my treasure or the pr^Cice I have to p^Aay ^DmShe may be the song that summer si^Fmngs May be the chill that autumn br^Cings May be a hundred different th^F/Gings Within the mea^Gsure of a d^Cay ^{F G}

^CShe may be the beauty or the ^C/Abeast May be the famine or the f^Feast May turn each day into a H^Ceaven or a H^Aell ^DmShe may be the mirror of my d^Fmreams A smile reflected in a st^Cream She may not be what she may s^F/Geem Inside h^Ger sh^Cell.... ^{F G}

^C__^C/A____^{F C A Dm Fm C F G C C7} S^G#he, who always seems so happy in a cr^D#owd Whose eyes can be so private and so pr^C#oud No one's allowed to see them wh^Cen they cry ^FmShe maybe the lo^Bbve that cannot ho^D#pe to last May come to ^Cme from shadows in the p^Dast That I rem^Dember 'till the day I d^Gie ______

^CShe maybe the reason I surv^C/Aive The why and wherefore I'm al^Five The one I care for through the rou^Cgh and ready y^Aears ^DmMe, I'll take the laughter and her t^Fmears And make them all my souven^Cirs For where she goes I've got to ^Dbe The meaning ^Gof my life is ^FShe....^CShe ^{Fm G}Oh, s^Che....