Perfect Skin

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 I.Q. 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, you've 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 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 s*xually 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 we climbed so high now we're down so low Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one