| I choose my friends only far too well
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| I’m up on the pavement, they’re all down in the cellar
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| With their government grants and my I. Q
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| They brought me down to size, academia blues
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| Louise is a girl, I know her well
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| She’s up on the pavement, yes she’s a weather girl
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| And I’m staying up here so I may be undone
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| She’s inappropriate, but then she’s much more fun and
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| When she smiles my way
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| My eyes go out in vain
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| She’s got perfect skin
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| Shame on you, you’ve got no sense of grace, shame on me
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| Ah just in case I might come to a conclusion
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| Other than that which is absolutely necessary
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| And that’s perfect skin
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| Louise is the girl with the perfect skin
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| She says turn on the light, otherwise it can’t be seen
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| She’s got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin
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| And she’s sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and
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| When she smiles my way
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| My eyes go out in vain
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| For her perfect skin
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| Yeah that’s perfect skin
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| She takes me down to the basement to look at her slides
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| Of her family life, pretty weird at times
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| At the age of ten she looked like greta garbo
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| And I loved her then, but how was she to know that
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| When she smiles my way
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| My eyes go out in vain
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| She’s got perfect skin
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| Up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat
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| Pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that
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| Seems we climbed so high now we’re down so low
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| Strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one |