i choose my friends only far too well
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i'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar
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with their government grants and my i.q.
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they brought me down to size, academia blues
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louise is a girl, i know her well
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she's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl
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and i'm staying up here so i may be undone
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she's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and
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when she smiles my way
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my eyes go out in vain
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she's got perfect skin
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shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me
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ah just in case i might come to a conclusion
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other than that which is absolutely necessary
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and that's perfect skin
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louise is the girl with the perfect skin
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she says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen
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she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
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and she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and
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when she smiles my way
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my eyes go out in vain
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for her perfect skin
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yeah that's perfect skin
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she takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
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of her family life, pretty weird at times
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at the age of ten she looked like greta garbo
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and i loved her then, but how was she to know that
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when she smiles my way
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my eyes go out in vain
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she's got perfect skin
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up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat
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pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that
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seems we climbed so high now we're down so low
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strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one
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Perfect Skin
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Lloyd Cole |