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
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 eyeI 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
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
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!
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