He got lucky, got lucky one time
Hitting with the girl in room five O nine.
She turned her back on him facing the frame
Said: "Listen Joe, don't [bad word] here again?"

White sun scattered all over the sea,
He could think of nothing but her name Elise.
God is the [bad word] down his back,
The water soaked her blonde 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.
Aah oh, it's a perfect day, a perfect day, Elise.