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 [x2]
  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 se flashed those baby blues
  something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by
  those soft fuzy sweaters, too magical to touch
  I see her in that neglige is really just too much
  My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
  My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold [x2]
  Now listen... its 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 [x2]