Does she walk? does she talk?
does she come complete?
my home room home room angel is spoken from my seat
she was pure like snowflakes no one could ever stain
the memory of my angel could never cost in fame
two years go by am lookin through a girly magazine
and theres my home room angel on the pages inbetween
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
my angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold
my blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
angel is the centrefold
Slip me notes, under the desk
i was thinkin about her dress
i wish I had 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 past close by
those soft *something* sweaters
to magical to touch
to see her in that negligance
was gettin just to much
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
my angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold
my blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
angel is the centrefold
nah nah nah nah nah nah bit
its ok, I understand, this aint no never never land
i hope that when this issue has gone, i'll see you when your clothes are on
take your car, yes we will, take your car and drive it
we'll take it to a motel room and take them all, private
part of me has just been ripped
pages from the mind are stripped
oh no I cant deny it
oh yeh I guess I gota buy it
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
my angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold
my blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
angel is the centrefold
nah nah nah nah nah bit again
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
my angel is the centrefold, angel is the centrefold
my blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
angel is the centrefold
