Perfect Skin — текст песни (Lloyd Cole)

I choose my friends only far too well

Im up on the pavement, theyre 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

Shes up on the pavement, yes shes a weather girl

And Im staying up here so I may be undone

Shes inappropriate, but then shes much more fun and

When she smiles my way

My eyes go out in vain

Shes got perfect skin

Shame on you, youve 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 thats perfect skin

Louise is the girl with the perfect skin

She says turn on the light, otherwise it cant be seen

Shes got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin

And shes sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and

When she smiles my way

My eyes go out in vain

For her perfect skin

Yeah thats 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

Shes 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 were down so low

Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one