Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel
Has pulled me from my seat.
She was pure like snowflakes
Noone could ever stain.
The memory of my angel could
Never cause me pain
Years go by, im lookin'
Through a girly magazine
And theres my homeroom angel
On the pages in between!
My blood runs cold!
My memory has just been soiled
My angel is the centerfold x2
Slipping notes under the desk
Flowers sticking about her dress
I wish i had turned away
Before she caught my eye
I was shaking in my shoes
Whenever she flashed
Those big balloons
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed close by
Those soft fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
To see her in that neglisea
Really is too much
My blood runs cold!
Memory has just been soiled
My angel is the centerfold x2
Writer(s): Seth Justman
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