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 girly magazine And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between CHORUS: My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold (Repeat) 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 pa**ed close by Those soft and fuzzy sweaters Too magical to touch Too see her in that negligee Is really just too much CHORUS It's okay I understand This ain't no never-never land I hope that when this issue's gone I'll see you when your clothes are on Take you 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 ripped The pages from my mind are stripped Oh no, I can't deny it Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!