He – Suzanne (adapted from She – Elvis Costello: Notting Hill Soundtrack)

He
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
He 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.

He
May be the beauty or the beast (<-----hmmm!)
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
He may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
He may not be what she may seem
Inside his shell

He 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
He 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

He
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 his laughter and his tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where he goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

He, He, He

(I know this replacement he really doesn’t work, but it’s the only way I can think of!)