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Does she walk? |
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Does she talk? |
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Does she come complete? |
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My homeroom homeroom angel always pulled me from my seat |
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She was pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain |
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The memory of my angel could never cause me pain |
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Years go by, I'm looking through a girlie magazine |
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And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in between |
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(Chorus) |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold |
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Angel is a centerfold |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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Angel is a centerfold |
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Slipping notes, under the desk |
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While I was thinking about her dress |
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I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye |
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I was shakin' in my shoes whenever she flashed those baby blues |
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Something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by |
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Those soft fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch |
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To see her in that neglige is really just too much. |
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(Chorus) |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (x3) |
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Now listen: |
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It's okay, I understand |
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This ain't no never-never land |
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I hope that when this fish is gone |
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I'll see you when your clothes are on |
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Take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it |
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Take it to a motel room, and take 'em off in private |
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A part of me has just been wrecked |
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The pages from my mind are stripped |
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Oh no, I can't deny it |
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Oh yeah, I guess I got to buy it |
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(Chorus) |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah |
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Alright! |
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Alright! |
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1, 2, 3, 4... |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (x4) |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah |
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Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah |
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(repeat to fade...) |
