Does she walk? does she talk? does she come complete?

My 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 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 (x2)

Slipping notes under the desk

While I was think about her dress

I was shy, I turned away before she caught my eye

I was shaking in my shoes, whenever se flashed those baby blues

something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by

those soft fuzy sweaters, too magical to touch

I see her in that neglige is really just too much

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold

My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold (x2)

Now listen... its okay, I understand

this ain't no never-never land

I hope that when this fish is gone

I'll see you when your clothes on

take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it

Take it to a motel, and take'em off in private

a part of me has just been wrecked

the pages from my mind are stripped,

oh no! I can't deny it. oh yeah I got to buy it

Alright! alright! 1 2 3 4...

My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold

My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold (x2)