Hippie
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 looking through a girlie 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 a centerfold
Angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
Angel is a centerfold
Slipping 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
Something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by
Those soft fuzzy sweaters, too magical to touch
To see her in that negligee is really just too much.
(Chorus)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (x3)
Now listen:
It's okay, I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this fish is gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on
Take your car, yes we will, we'll 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 wrecked
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yeah, I guess I got to buy it
(Chorus)
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Alright!
Alright!
1, 2, 3, 4...
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (x4)
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
My angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
(repeat to fade...)
Here goes,
Centerfold
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' at a girly magazine
And there's my home room 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
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
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
To 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 your car, yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
We'll take it to a hotel 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]
Joe Chiasson
(on my wife's account)