She - Edie Brickell & New Bohemians

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 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, oh no 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, oh no She knows where her head is at She's got 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 her 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