Edie Brickell
she
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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.
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 speaks in simple words.
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 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.
Sweet home.
- Album:
- Edie Brickell
- Miscellaneous
- Picture perfect morning
- The Ultimate Collection
- Ghost Of A Dog
- Volcano
- Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars
- The Way Way Back: Music From the Motion Picture
- The Way Way Back
- The Bridge School Collection, Vol. 2 (Live)
- City Folk Live VII
- 107.1 KGSR Broadcasts, Volume 12
- Paste Magazine Sampler #09: Apr-May 2004
- Careless Whisper, Volume 2
- Girls and Guitars
- Ultimate Collection
- Songs Remembers
- Edie Brickell & New Bohemians - Ultimate Collection
- The Very Best of Jazz FM, Volume 2
- Her Songs