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