Elvis Costello

• She

  • Elvis Costello
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  1. She, may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or re- gret. 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 mea- sure of a day. 2. She, may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a...