(J Geils Band) 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 The years go by and I'm looking through some girlie magazine And there's my hometown 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 blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold Angel is a centerfold
Slipping notes, under the desk While I was thinking 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, so 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 a centerfold, angel is a centerfold My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold Angel is a centerfold
