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