Perfect Skin

I choose my friends only far too well
And 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 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 we climbed so high
Now we're down so low
Strikes me the moral of this song
Must be there never has been one