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