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
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My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold
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
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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!
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