Does she walk, does she talk
Does she come complete
My homeroom, homeroom Angel
Always pulled me from my seat

/ G F / C FC / :

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 girlie magazine
And there's my homeroom Angel
On the pages in between

/ Em - / Am CD / :

{Refrain}
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My Angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
Angel is a centerfold

/ G F / C FC / :

Slip me notes under the desk
While I was thinking 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
Somethin' had a hold on me
When Angel passed close by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
To see her in that negligée
Is really just too much

{Refrain}

Na na, na-na na na...

It's OK, 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
Take your car and drive it
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 yeah, I guess I gotta buy it

{Refrain}

Na na, na-na na na...