Does she walk? Does she talk?

Does she come complete?

My homeroom homeroom angel

Always pulled me from my seat



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



CHORUS:

My blood runs cold

My memory has just been sold

My angel is the centerfold

Angel is the centerfold

(Repeat)



Slipped me notes under the desk

While I was thinkin' about 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

Something had a hold on me

When angel passed close by



Those soft and fuzzy sweaters

Too magical to touch

Too see her in that negligee

Is really just too much



CHORUS



It's okay I understand

This ain't no never-never land

I hope that when this issue's gone

I'll see you when your clothes are on



Take you car, Yes we will

We'll take your car and drive it

We'll take it to a motel room

And 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 yea, I guess I gotta buy it!