She was pure like snowflakesNo one could ever stainThe memory of my angelCould never cause me pain
Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazineAnd there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between
CHORUS:My 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 eye
I was shakin' in my shoesWhenever she flashed those baby-bluesSomething had a hold on meWhen angel passed close by
Those soft and fuzzy sweatersToo magical to touchToo see her in that negligeeIs really just too much
It's okay I understandThis ain't no never-never landI hope that when this issue's goneI'll see you when your clothes are on
Take you car, Yes we willWe'll take your car and drive itWe'll take it to a motel roomAnd take 'em off in private
A 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!
Elle fell down some stairs today. no joke.and now my arm is broken.yayysame side that had the splinted finger
i dunno why i am so clumsygosherrs
Lucky, I find it really hard to break my bones :/
The spammers are dying.oh teh noes!
Old spammers never die, they just fade away.
quit drinking milk
Breaking of bones, mind if I volunteer?
break your own, sure.
typing with one hand is harder than i thought