| Does she walk?
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| Does she talk?
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| Does she come complete?
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| My only 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, 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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| Slipped me notes, under the desk
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| While I was thinking about her chest
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| I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye
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| I was shakin' 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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| To see her in that negligee is really just too much
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (3x)
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| Now listen:
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| It’s okay, I understand
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| This ain’t no never-never land
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| I hope that when this issues gone
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| I’ll see you when your clothes are on
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| Take your car, yes we will
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| We’ll take your car and drive it
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| Take it to a motel room and take 'em off in private
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| A part of me has just been ripped
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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 guess I got to buy it
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Alright!
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| Alright!
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| Nah nah…
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| Spoken at end:
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| I love you
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| I think that was great
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| You guys are the best band ever
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| I wanna come here every night |