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
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
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
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
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 and you want to move in
You call her home
Sweet home
Sweet home
Sweet, sweet home
Sweet home