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
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 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
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 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