[Verse 1: Bryan Ferry, Charles Aznavour]
She 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
[Verse 2: Bryan Ferry, Charles Aznavour]
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 dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
[Verse 3: Bryan Ferry, Charles Aznavour]
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and 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 remember 'til the day I die
She 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
[Verse 2: Bryan Ferry, Charles Aznavour]
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 dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
[Verse 3: Bryan Ferry, Charles Aznavour]
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and 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 remember 'til the day I die
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