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 cant judge her for that   She knows where her head is at      Shes tangled up in you   Shes laced up in your shoe   Shes got a ladder to the sky   Shes got a mad look in her eye      You cant judge her for that   She knows where her head is at      She moves in simple curves   She speaks in simple words   and its simple to be in love with her      You cant judge her for that   She knows where her head is at      You call her home   and you want to move in   but a house in not a home and a home   is not a house when theres not enough   room for you   You call her home Sweet Home