 Let's go, does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete
My homeroom, homeroom angel has exploded from my seat
She ain't pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain
The memory of my angel could never cause me pain
The years go by, I'm looking through a girlie 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 a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold
Slip me notes under the desk, I was thinking about her dress
I was shy, I turned away before she caught my eye
I was shakin' in my shoes whenever she flashed in 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 a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold
Hey it's okay, I understand this ain't no never, never land
I hope that when this issue's gone, see you when your clothes are on
Take your car, yes we will, take your car and drive it
Take it to a motel room, take 'em off in private
A 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 a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is a centerfold, my blood runs cold, oh yeah
My angel is a centerfold, my angel is a centerfold, oh yeah
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