|
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 |
|
To 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! |
|
CHORUS |
