Karaoké Perfect Skin Lloyd Cole and the Commotions

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

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

Uh, 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 the 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