CHARLES AZNAVOUR
She
CHARLES AZNAVOUR - She
She maybe the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price
I have to pay

She maybe the song that summer sings
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within a measure of a day

She maybe the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
Or a hell

She meaybe the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell