Centerfoldthe j. geils banddoes she walk? does she talk?does she come complete?my homeroom homeroom angelalways pulled me from my seatshe was pure like snowflakesno one could ever stainthe memory of my angelcould never cause me painyears go by i'm lookin' through a girly magazineand there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-betweenchorusmy blood runs coldmy memory has just been soldmy angel is the centerfoldangel is the centerfold(repeat)slipped me notes under the deskwhile i was thinkin' about her dressi was shy i turned awaybefore she caught my eyei was shakin' in my shoeswhenever she flashed those baby-bluessomething had a hold on mewhen angel passed close bythose soft and fuzzy sweaterstoo magical to touchtoo see her in that negligeeis really just too muchchorusit's okay i understandthis ain't no never-never landi hope that when this issue's gonei'll see you when your clothes are ontake you car, yes we willwe'll take your car and drive itwe'll take it to a motel roomand take 'em off in privatea part of me has just been rippedthe pages from my mind are strippedoh no, i can't deny itoh yea, i guess i gotta buy it!chorus