Texty: Polly Jean Harvey. A Perfect Day Elise.

He got lucky, got lucky one time
Hittin' with the girl in room five O nine
She turned her back on him facing the frame
Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come here again"

White sun scattered all over the sea
He could think of nothin' but her name Elise
And God, is the sweat runnin' down his back
The water soaked her blond hair black

It's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise

He got burned by the sun
He's a lucky man
His face so pale and his hands so worn
And the sky

Let himself in room five O nine
As she turned away
Said a prayer, pulled the trigger and cried
Tell me why

It's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise

Ah oh, it's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise