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 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