(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 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
My blood runs cold
Yeah, 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
(Oh yeah)
Angel is the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
(Now listen)
It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-neverland
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 yeah, I guess I gotta buy it
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 in the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
(Alright, alright)
(One, two, three, four)
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold (oh yeah)
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
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 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
My blood runs cold
Yeah, 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
(Oh yeah)
Angel is the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
(Now listen)
It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-neverland
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 yeah, I guess I gotta buy it
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 in the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
(Alright, alright)
(One, two, three, four)
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold (oh yeah)
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Lyrics submitted by the4starish
Centerfold Lyrics as written by Seth Justman
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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He talks about seeing the girl in the magazine, how it makes him feel, etc, etc. It's only at the end that he reveals he's been standing in a store staring at a porno mag all this time... he's looked at it for so long, he's "gotta buy it" or the clerk is going to get upset.
Specifically about this song, I wonder if it's true. It'd be funny if it was. Imagine seeing a girl you know in a playboy or something? A girl who I went to school with, I found a photo of her with her pants down, with two other girls.
old school. funnest song to just randomly play. played it once at school. fun timeees..
nah nah nah nahhh na nahhh.
:)
NAAAHHH NAAAHHH NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAAHH NAAHH NAH NAHNAHNAH NAH NAH :D
Or maybe not. I read a tweet from a guy on Twitter this morning who also dislikes this song. The tweet said "Oi! J Geils Band! Your angel can do what she wants with her body. Stop objectifying her you selfish, whiny butt-hurt prick."
Despite my dislike of the song, I'm curious about how the J. Geils Band came up with the lyrics. Maybe one of them really did have a crush on a girl who later appeared in a centerfold. Who knows, maybe this happened to one of their groupies.
and then there's my home angel in the pages in the queen