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Does she walk, does she talk, does she come complete
My home-brew, home-room angel, just pulled me to my feet
She was pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain
The memory of my angel could never cause me pain
The years go by I’m looking through a girly magazine
And there’s my homegrown angel on the pages in between
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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My angel is tha centerfold (angel is the centrefold)
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
(Angel is the centerfold)
Slip me a note under the desk loud and speaking about her dress
I was shy she 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 passe close by
Those soft jersey sweaters too magical to touch
To see her in that langerie is really just too much
Chorus
Na na na na na na...
It’s OK I understand this ain’t no never never land
I hope that whn this issue’s gone I see you when your clothes are on
Take your car yes we will We’ll take your car and drive
Take it to a hotel room and take ‘em off in private
A part of me has just been ripped Angels from my mind are stripped
Oh no I can’t hide it Oh yes I guess I gotta buy it
Chorus
Na na na na na na....