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