I choose my friends only far too well
I'm up on the pavement, 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, yes, she's a weather girl
And I'm staying up here, so I may be undone
She's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
She's got perfect skin
Shame on you, got no sense of grace
Shame on me, ah-ah, 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 it can't be seen"
She's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
And she's sexually enlightened by Cosmopolitan and
When she smiles my way
My eyes go out in vain
For her perfect skin
Yeah, that's perfect skin
She takes me down to 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
She's got perfect skin
Up eight flights of stairs 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
