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 i.q.  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, you've 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 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 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 we climbed so high now we're down so low  strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one  speedboat  julie said we drink far too much coffee  wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep  i first met them at a riverboat party  both of them were speeding i would say  i lived on the edge of all this indulgence  taking notes and trusting in prudence  julie said to jim why don't we jump in  while the water is cool and we are still friends  some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen  well i can see that river whenever i think about them  the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue  i was working then on my great unfinished novel  "please let introduce myself my name is ronald"  i was okay there until i lost my cool  now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew  it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye  it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes  though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered  albeit truth then is nothing to be found  we academics are not easily discouraged  lloyd you know wits they come three to the pound  julie said to jim look at the state we're in  it was never her intention to conclude anything  it wasn't my style to find surf in my eye  it was much more my style to find sand in my eyes  it was just not my style to find surf in my eye  it was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eyes  sand in my eyes