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 girl 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 * 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 To magical to touch To see her in that negligee Is really just too much * * This ain't no never-never land I hope that when this issue's go I'll see you when your clothes a Take your 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 rippe The pages from my mind are strip I can't deny it I guess I gotta buy it! * *