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   My angel is a centerfold   Angel is a centerfold      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 she flashed those baby blues      Something had a hold on me when angel passed close by   Those soft fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch   I see her in that negligee is really just too much   My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold      My angel is a centerfold   Angel is a centerfold   My angel is a centerfold   Angel is a centerfold      Now listen, it's 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   My angel is a centerfold   Angel is a centerfold