She – Edie Brickell & New Bohemians – letras

She glows around you like the moonShe smiles at her reflection in a spoonShe reads expensive magazinesShe sees herself in eveythingYou can’t judge her for thatShe knows where her head is atShe’s tangled up in youShe’s laced up in your shoeShe’s got a ladder to the skyShe’s got a mad look in her eyeYou can’t judge her for thatShe knows where her head is atShe moves in simple curvesShe speaks in simple wordsAnd it’s simple to be in love with herYou can’t judge her for thatShe knows where her head is atYou call her home and you want to move inBut a house is not a homeAnd a home is not a houseWhen there’s not enough room for youYou call her homeSweet home