She glows around you like the moon
She smiles at her reflection in a spoon
She reads expensive magazines
She sees herself in eveything
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
She moves in simple curves
She speaks in simple words
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 call her home and you want to move in
But a house is not a home
And a home is not a house
When there's not enough room for you
You call her home
Sweet home