He got lucky, got lucky one time Hitting with the girl in room 509 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 on 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 509 (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