Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroomangel
Always pulled me from my seat

She was pure like snowflakes
Noone could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause mepain

Years go by I´m lookin´ through a girly magazine
And there´s myhomeroom angel on the pages in-between

CHORUS:
My blood runscold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel isthe centerfold
(Repeat)

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I wasthinkin´ about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught myeye

I was shakin´ in my shoes
Whenever she flashed thosebaby-blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed closeby

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
Too see herin that negligee
Is really just too much

CHORUS

It´s okay Iunderstand
This ain´t no never-never land
I hope that when this issue´sgone
I´ll see you when your clothes are on

Take you car, Yes wewill
We´ll take your car and drive it
We´ll take it to a motel room
Andtake ´em off in private

A part of me has just been ripped
The pagesfrom my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can´t deny it
Oh yea, I guess I gottabuy it!