She may be the face I can't forget, a trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song the summer sings, maybe the chill the autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things within the measure of a day She may be the beauty or the beast, maybe the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams, a smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem inside her shell She may be the mirror of my dreams, a smile reflected in a stream She 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 hold to last, may come to me from shadows of the past That I'll remember till the day I die She may be the reason I survive, the wild way for I'm alive She may be what I'll care for through the rough and ready years Maybe I'll take her laughter and her tears and make them all my souvenirs Because I've got to be, the meaning of my life is she, she, she