The J. Geils Band

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 girl magazine And there’s my homeroom angel On…

I could see it was a rough-cut tuesday Slow-motion weekdays stare me down Her lipstick reflex got me wound There were no defects to be found Snapshot image froze without a sound Thursday morning was a hot flash-factor Her face still focused in my mind Test-strip proof-sheet love is hard to find Friday night we’ll…