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Does she walk? does she talk? does she come complete? |
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My homeroom angel always pulled me from my seat |
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She was pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain |
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The memory of my angel could never cause me pain |
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Years go by, |
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I'm looking through a girlie magazine |
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And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in between |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold, |
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Angel is a centerfold (x2) |
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Slipping notes under the desk |
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While I was think about her dress |
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I was shy, |
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I turned away before she caught my eye |
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I was shaking in my shoes, whenever se flashed those baby blues something had a hold on me when |
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Angel passed close by those soft fuzy sweaters, too magical to touch |
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I see her in that neglige is really just too much |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold, |
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Angel is a centerfold (x2) |
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Now listen... its okay, |
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I understand this ain't no never-never land |
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I hope that when this fish is gone |
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I'll see you when your clothes on take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it |
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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! |
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I can't deny it. oh yeah |
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I got to buy it |
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Alright! alright! 1 2 3 4... |
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold |
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My angel is a centerfold, |
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Angel is a centerfold (x2) |
