she smiles at her reflection in a spoon
she reads expensive magazines
she sees herself in everything
  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 speakes in simple words
& 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
& you want to move in
but a house is not a home & a home
is not a house when there's not enough
room for you
you call her home sweet home