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 that summer sings, maybe the chill that 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 heaven or hell
She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
She always seems so happy in a crowd, whose eyes can be so private and so broad
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last, may come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive, the why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and red 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 my life is
She, she, oh she