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 girl 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 the Centerfold
Angel is the Centerfold

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the Centerfold

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 passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
To magical to touch
To see her in that negligee
Is really just too much

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the Centerfold
Angel is the Centerfold

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the Centerfold

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 your 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
I can't deny it
I guess I gotta buy it!

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the Centerfold
Angel is the Centerfold

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the Centerfold