Lyrics:

i choose my friends only far too welli'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellarwith their government grants and my i.q.they brought me down to size, academia blueslouise is a girl, i know her wellshe's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girland i'm staying up here so i may be undoneshe's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun andwhen she smiles my waymy eyes go out in vainshe's got perfect skinshame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on meah just in case i might come to a conclusionother than that which is absolutely necessaryand that's perfect skinlouise is the girl with the perfect skinshe says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seenshe's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sinand she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan andwhen she smiles my waymy eyes go out in vainfor her perfect skinyeah that's perfect skinshe takes me down to the basement to look at her slidesof her family life, pretty weird at timesat the age of ten she looked like greta garboand i loved her then, but how was she to know thatwhen she smiles my waymy eyes go out in vainshe's got perfect skinup eight flights of stairs to her basement flatpretty confused huh, being shipped around like thatseems we climbed so high now we're down so lowstrikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been onespeedboatjulie said we drink far too much coffeewine and cigarettes and we never get no sleepi first met them at a riverboat partyboth of them were speeding i would sayi lived on the edge of all this indulgencetaking notes and trusting in prudencejulie said to jim why don't