He got lucky, got lucky one time

Hitting with the girl in room five none 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 nothing but her name elise

God is the sweat running 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 none 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.