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[amillo]

Was lookin' through a bunch of magazines I found laying around the living room and I saw Ungolly's name on the front! So I flipped through it searching for her beautiful face.

And what do my eyes behold?

FILTH!

*sobs*

I must sing.

Not a WORD, Makar. I have no associations with music.

I am a chaste of all things rhythmic trickster god, thank you.

*hops onto podium with microphone*

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
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 thinking about her dress
I was shy I turned away
before she caught my eye
I was shaking in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed colse by

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

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

It's okay, I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this issues' gone
I'll see you when your close 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 it off in private

A part of my has just been ripped
The pagesfrom my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yea, 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 is the centerfold
Angel is the 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 looking through a girlie 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
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

Slipped 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 shaking in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed colse by

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

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

It's okay, I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this issues' gone
I'll see you when your close 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 it off in private

A part of my has just been ripped
The pagesfrom my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yea, 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 is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold...