She

She glows around you like the moon
 She smiles at her reflection in a spoon
 She reads expensive magazines
 She sees herself in everything
 You can't judge her for that
 She knows where her head is at
 You can't judge her for that
 She knows where her head is at
 She's tangled up in you
 She's laced up in your shoe
 She's got a ladder to the sky
 She's got a mad look in her eye
 You can't judge her for that
 She knows where her head is at
 You can't judge her for that, oh no
 She knows where her head is at
 She moves in simple curves
 She speaks in simple words
 And it's simple to be in love with her
 And it's simple to be in love with her
 You can't judge her for that
 She knows where her head is at
 You can't judge her for that, oh no
 She knows where her head is at
 You call her home
 And you want to move in
 You call her home
 And you want to move in
 No but bad house is not a home
 And a home is not a house
 When there's not enough room for you
 You call her home
 And you want to move in
 You call her home sweet home
 Sweet home, sweet, sweet home
 Sweet home