| Song | Centerfold |
| Artist | J. Geils Band |
| Album | Houseparty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Centerfold | |
| The 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 | |
| Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine | |
| And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between | |
| CHORUS | |
| My blood runs cold | |
| My memory has just been sold | |
| My angel is the centerfold | |
| Angel is the centerfold | |
| (Repeat) | |
| 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 | |
| Too magical to touch | |
| Too see her in that negligee | |
| Is really just too much | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 you 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 | |
| Oh no, I can't deny it | |
| Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it! | |
| CHORUS |
| Centerfold | |
| The 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 | |
| Years go by I' m lookin' through a girly magazine | |
| And there' s my homeroom angel on the pages inbetween | |
| CHORUS | |
| My blood runs cold | |
| My memory has just been sold | |
| My angel is the centerfold | |
| Angel is the centerfold | |
| Repeat | |
| 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 babyblues | |
| Something had a hold on me | |
| When angel passed close by | |
| Those soft and fuzzy sweaters | |
| Too magical to touch | |
| Too see her in that negligee | |
| Is really just too much | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s okay I understand | |
| This ain' t no nevernever land | |
| I hope that when this issue' s gone | |
| I' ll see you when your clothes are on | |
| Take you 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 | |
| Oh no, I can' t deny it | |
| Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it! | |
| CHORUS |
| Centerfold | |
| The 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 | |
| Years go by I' m lookin' through a girly magazine | |
| And there' s my homeroom angel on the pages inbetween | |
| CHORUS | |
| My blood runs cold | |
| My memory has just been sold | |
| My angel is the centerfold | |
| Angel is the centerfold | |
| Repeat | |
| 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 babyblues | |
| Something had a hold on me | |
| When angel passed close by | |
| Those soft and fuzzy sweaters | |
| Too magical to touch | |
| Too see her in that negligee | |
| Is really just too much | |
| Chorus | |
| It' s okay I understand | |
| This ain' t no nevernever land | |
| I hope that when this issue' s gone | |
| I' ll see you when your clothes are on | |
| Take you 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 | |
| Oh no, I can' t deny it | |
| Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it! | |
| CHORUS |