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

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