Perfect Skin

I choose my friends

Only far too well

I'm up on the pavement

And they're all down in the cellar

With their government grants

And my IQ

They brought me down to size

Academia blues

Louise is a girl

I know her well

She's up on the pavement

Yeah, she's a weather girl

And I'm stayin' up here

So I may be undone

She's inappropriate

But then she's much more refined

And when she smiles my way

My eyes go out in vain

She's got perfect skin

Shame on you

You've got no sense of grace

Shame on me

Uh, just in case

I might come to a conclusion

Other than that which is absolutely necessary

And that's perfect skin

Louise is the girl

With the perfect skin

She says, turn on the light

Otherwise is can't be seen

She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin

And eyes like sin

And she's sexually enlightened by

Cosmopolitan eyes

When she smiles my way

My eyes go out in vain

But her perfect skin

Yeah, that's perfect skin

She take me down to the basement

To look at the slides

Of her family line

Pretty weird at times

At the age of ten

She looked like Greta Garbo

And I loved her then

And how was she to know that

When she smiles my way

My eyes go out in vain

She's got perfect skin

Up eight flights of steps

To her basement flat

Pretty confused, huh?

Being shipped around like that

Seems to climb so high

Now we're down so low

Strikes me the moral of the song

Must be, there never has been one