Does she walk? does she talk? does she come complete? My 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 looking through a girlie 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 a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold [x2] Slipping notes under the desk While I was think about her dress I was shy, I turned away before she caught my eye I was shaking in my shoes, whenever se flashed those baby blues something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by those soft fuzy sweaters, too magical to touch I see her in that neglige is really just too much My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold [x2] Now listen... its okay, I understand this ain't no never-never land I hope that when this fish is gone I'll see you when your clothes on take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it Take it to a motel, and take'em off in private a part of me has just been wrecked the pages from my mind are stripped, oh no! I can't deny it. oh yeah I got to buy it Alright! alright! 1 2 3 4... My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold [x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
