Elvis Costello - She

S^Che may be the face I can't ^Ebdimforget The trace of pleasure or reg^Fret Maybe my t^F/Areasure or the p^Crice I have to^A7/C# pay ^Dm7She may be the song that summer ^Abdimsings May be the chill that autumn b^C/Grings May be a h^Am7undred different th^Dm7ings Within the m^Gsus4easure^G7 of a d^Cay ^{C/E F Gsus4 G7}

S^Che may be the beauty or the ^Ebdimbeast May be the famine or the f^Feast May turn each ^F/Aday into a H^Ceaven or a^A7/C# Hell ^Dm7She may be the mirror of my d^Abdimreams A smile reflected in a st^C/Gream She may not ^Am7be what she may s^Dm7eem ^Gsus4Inside ^G7 her sh^Cell

^AbShe, who always seems so happy in a c^Ebrowd Whose eyes can be so private and so p^Dbroud No one's allowed to see th^C7sus4em when they c^C7ry ^Fm7She maybe the l^Bb7ove that cannot hope to l^Ebast May come to ^C7me from shadows of the p^D7ast That I'll remember 'till the^G7sus4 day I ^G7die

S^Che maybe the reason I sur^Ebdimvive The why and wherefore I'm al^Five The one I c^F/Aare for through the ro^Cugh and ready y^A7/C#ears ^Dm7 Me, I'll take her laughter and her ^Abdimtears And make them all my souve^C/Gnirs For where she ^Am7goes I've got to ^Dm7be The meaning^G7sus of my l^Gife is ^FShe, ^C/EShe, ^{Dm7 F/G G7}oh, S^Che