Titel: CENTERFOLD Interpret: THE J: GAILS BAND -------------------------------------------------------------------- Come on - 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. My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, My angel is the centerfold, angel is the centerfold. My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold. Angel is the Centerfold. Slipped me notes under the desk While I was thinkin' about her dress. I was shy I turned awaT) 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, To see her in that negligee is really just too much. My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, . . . 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 your 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. My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, . . . My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, . . .
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