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Does she walk? |
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Does she talk? |
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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 |
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My angel is a centerfold |
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Angel is a centerfold |
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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 she flashed those baby blues |
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Something had a hold on me when angel passed close by |
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Those soft fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch |
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I see her in that negligee 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 |
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My angel is a centerfold |
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Angel is a centerfold |
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Now listen, it's okay, |
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I understand |
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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 |
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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 |
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A part of me has just been wrecked |
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The pages from my mind are stripped |
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Oh no, I can't deny it |
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Oh yeah, 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 |
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My angel is a centerfold |
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Angel is a centerfold |
