Does she walk, does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom, homeroom angel always pulled me from my feet.
She was pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain,
The memory of my angel could never cause me pain.
Years go by, I'm lookin' through a girly magazine,
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between.
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
My angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold.
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
(Angel is the centrefold.)
Slipped me notes under the desk,
While I was thinkin' 'bout her dress.
I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye.
I was shakin' in my shoes, whenever she flashed those baby blues.
Somethin' had a hold on me, when angel passed close by.
Those soft and fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch.
To see her in that negligee, is really just too much.
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
My angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold.
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
(Angel is the centrefold.)
Na na na, na na na... (cont)
I know, it's okay, I understand,
This ain't no never-neverland.
I hope that when this issue's gone,
I'll see you when your clothes are on.
Take your car, yes we will,
We'll take your car and drive it.
We'll take it to a hotel room,
then take 'em off in private.
Part of me has just been ripped,
the pages from my mind are stripped.
Oh no, I can't deny it,
Oh yeah, I guess I gotta buy it.
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
My angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold.
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
My angel is the centrefold.
Na na na, na na na...
(One, two, three, four!)
Na na na, na na na... (cont)
(I know!)
Blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
My angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold.
My bloo runs cold, my memory has just been sold.
(Angel is the centrefold.)

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