May be the face I can't forget.
  A trace of pleasure or regret
  May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
  She may be the song that summer sings.
  May be the chill that autumn brings.
  May be a hundred different things
  Within the measure of a day.
  
  She
  May be the beauty or the beast.
  May be 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 who 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 hope 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 why and wherefore I'm alive
  The one I'll care for through the rough and ready 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, she