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Does she walk? Does she talk? Does she come complete? My only 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 Yeah! My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold
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Slipped me notes under the desk While I was thinking about her dress I was shy, I turned away Before she caught my eye
I was shaking 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 Yeah! My memory has just been sold Angel is the centerfold
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One! Two! One, two, three, four!
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