Perfect Skin

I choose my friends only far too well
And Im up on the pavement
And theyre all down in the cellar
With their government grants and my I.Q.
They brought me down to size, academia blues

Louise is a girl, I know her well
Shes up on the pavement
Yeah, shes a weathergirl
And Im staying up here so I may be undone
Shes inappropriate, but then shes much more fun
And when she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
Shes got perfect skin
Shame on you, youve got no sense of grace
Shame on me, ah, just in case
I might come to a conclusion
Other than that which is absolutely necessary
And thats perfect skin

Louise is the girl with the perfect skin
She says turn on the light, otherwise it cant be seen
Shes got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
And shes ***ually enlightened by cosmopolitan
And when she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
For her perfect skin
Yeah, thats perfect skin

She takes me down into the basement to look at her slides
Of her family life, pretty weird at times
At the age of ten she looked like Greta Garbo
And I loved her then but how was she to know that
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
Shes got perfect skin
Up eight flights of stairs to a basement flat
Pretty confused, huh, being shipped around like that
Seems we climbed so high now were down so low
Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one