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My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
My Angel is a centerfold, Angel is a centerfold
My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
Angel is a centerfold
Slip 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 shakin’ in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby blues
Somethin’ 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