Lloyd Cole - Perfect Skin Lyrics
I choose my friends only far too wellIm up on the pavement, theyre all down in the cellarWith their government grants and my i.q.They brought me down to size, academia bluesLouise is a girl, I know her wellShes up on the pavement, yes shes a weather girlAnd Im staying up here so I may be undoneShes inappropriate, but then shes much more fun andWhen she smiles my wayMy eyes go out in vainShes got perfect skinShame on you, youve got no sense of grace, shame on meAh just in case I might come to a conclusionOther than that which is absolutely necessaryAnd thats perfect skinLouise is the girl with the perfect skinShe says turn on the light, otherwise it cant be seenShes got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sinAnd shes sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan andWhen she smiles my wayMy eyes go out in vainFor her perfect skinYeah thats perfect skinShe takes me down to the basement to look at her slidesOf her family life, pretty weird at timesAt the age of ten she looked like greta garboAnd I loved her then, but how was she to know thatWhen she smiles my wayMy eyes go out in vainShes got perfect skinUp eight flights of stairs to her basement flatPretty confused huh, being shipped around like thatSeems we climbed so high now were down so lowStrikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one
