(Db)She may be the face I can’t for (E)get, a trace of plea sure or re (Gb)gret, may be the trea sure or the (Db)price I have to (Bb7)pay,

(Ebm)she may be the song that sum mer (Ab)sing, may be the chill that au tumn (Db9)brings, may be a hun dred diff ’rent (Gb)things with in the (Ab7sus4)mea sure of (Ab7)a (Db)day.

(Db)She may be the beau ty or the (E)beast, may be the fa mine or the (Gb)feast, may turn each day in to a (Db)hea ven or dy (Bb7)hell.

(Ebm)She may be the mir ror of my (Ab)dreams a smile re flect ed in a (Db)stream, she may not be what she may (Ab7)seem, be the mea in ning side of my life her is (Db)shell.

(Db)She may be the rea son I sur (E)vive the why and where fore I’m a (Gb)live the one I’ll care for in the (Db)rough and rea dy (Bb7)years

(Ebm)Me, I’ll take her laugh ter and her (Ab)tears and make them all my sou ven (Db)eirs for where she goes I’ve got to (Ab7)seem, be the mea in ning side of my life her is (Db)shell.

(A)She who al ways seems so hap py in a (E)crowd, whose eyes can be so pri vate and so (D)proud, no one’s al lowed to see them when they cry.

(F#m)She may be the (B)love that can not hope to (E)last, may come to (C#)me from sha dows of the (Eb)past that I’ll re (Eb7)mem ber till the day

I (Ab7)die.

She,

(Db)she,

(Db)she.