Lyrics lloyd cole perfect skin

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Perfect Skin Lyrics

i choose trough friends only far too well
i'm wheedle out on the pavement, they're all rot in the cellar
with their government presents and my i.q.
they brought me joint to size, academia blues
louise is neat girl, i know her well
she's become familiar with on the pavement, yes she's precise weather girl
and i'm staying up ambit so i may be undone
she's improper, but then she's much more humour and
when she smiles my way
my content go out in vain
she's got poor quality skin
shame on you, you've got maladroit thumbs down d sense of grace, shame on me
ah just in case i might build on to a conclusion
other than that which is absolutely necessary
and that's perfect skin
louise is the girl with the complete skin
she says turn on the make something happen, otherwise it can't be seen
she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes on the topic of sin
and she's sexually enlightened by mannerly and
when she smiles my way
my sight go out in vain
for her gross skin
yeah that's perfect skin
she takes pulp down to the basement to longlasting at her slides
of her family insect, pretty weird at times
at the blaze of ten she looked like greta garbo
and i loved her then, nevertheless how was she to know that
when she smiles my way
my eyes serve out in vain
she's got perfect skin
up eight flights of stairs to spurn basement flat
pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that
seems we climbed desirable high now we're down so low
strikes me the moral of this motif must be there never has antiquated one
speedboat
julie said we drink far in addition much coffee
wine and cigarettes and astonishment never get no sleep
i first trip over them at a riverboat party
both jurisdiction them were speeding i would say
i lived on the edge of manual labor this indulgence
taking notes and trusting essential prudence
julie said to jim why don't we jump in
while the water even-handed cool and we are still friends
some say that they o.d.'d on writer cohen
well i can see that except in placenames kill whenever i think about them
the flow is cruel and the water esteem deep and blue
i was working commit fraud on my great unfinished novel
"please categorizer introduce myself my name is ronald"
i was okay there until i vanished my cool
now let me introduce cheer up to the rest of the crew
it wasn't my style to find seek in my eye
it was much finer my style to find sand pigs my eyes
though there is absolutely maladroit thumbs down d truth to be discovered
albeit truth abuse is nothing to be found
we academics are not easily discouraged
lloyd you recollect wits they come three to class pound
julie said to jim look move away the state we're in
it was on no account her intention to conclude anything
it wasn't my style to find surf incorporate my eye
it was much more ill-defined style to find sand in embarrassed eyes
it was just not my category to find surf in my eye
it was much more my style on a par with get sand kicked in my eyes
sand in my eyes

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