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Let's go, does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete |
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My homeroom, homeroom angel has exploded from my seat |
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She ain't 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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The 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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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 |
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Slip me notes under the desk, 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 in baby blues |
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Somethin' had a hold on me when angel passed close by |
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Those soft and fuzzy sweaters too magical to touch |
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To see her in that negligee is really just too much |
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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 |
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Hey it's okay, I understand this ain't no never, never land |
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I hope that when this issue's gone, see you when your clothes are on |
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Take your car, yes we will, take your car and drive it |
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Take it to a motel room, take 'em off in private |
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A part of me has just been ripped, the pages from my mind are stripped |
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Oh, no, I can't deny it, oh yeah I guess I gotta buy it |
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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 |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold, my blood runs cold, oh yeah |
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My angel is a centerfold, my angel is a centerfold, oh yeah |
