Perfect Skin Lyrics - Lloyd Cole

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 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