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
The years go by and I'm looking through some girlie magazine
And there's my hometown 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
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
Angel is a centerfold
Slipping notes, under the desk
While I was thinking 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
years
whenever
understand
under
turned
touch
drive
ripped
dress
complete
thinking
fuzzy
clothes
stain
before
girlie
shoes
something
notes
while
those
guess
looking
always
close
could
homeroom
blood
angel
centerfold
between
blues
magazine
about
magical
hometown
cause
hotel
memory
flashed
negligee
never
passed
pages
snowflakes
pulled
really
caught
slipping
stripped
sweaters
private
through
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