Music by J. Giles Band “Centerfold” and Duran Duran “Girls On Film”
R says: “This is the first routine I was ever in. Even before I joined. They asked me to fill in as the photographer. I know, it’s a stretch.”
AUDIENCE APPRECIATION AUDIENCE:
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 girly 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
Angel is the centerfold
Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin’ 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
Something 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
My blood runs cold
Yeah, 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
(Oh yeah)
Angel is the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
It’s okay I understand
This ain’t no never-neverland
I hope that when this issue’s gone
I’ll see you when your clothes 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 ’em off in private
A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can’t deny it
Oh yeah, 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 in the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
(Alright, alright)
(One, two, three, four)
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
My blood runs cold (oh yeah)
My memory has just been sold
Angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na
See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out
Are so bright
And walk right out to the four line track
There’s a camera rolling on her back
On her back
And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy
All the way down her spine
Girls on film
Girls on film
Girls on film
Girls on film
Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she’s falling
And miles of sharp blue water coming in
Where she lies
The diving man’s coming up for air
‘Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair
By the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under again
Girls on film (two minutes later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (got your picture)
Girls on film
Wider, baby, smile and you’ve just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night
I’m touching close
I’m holding bright
Holding tight
Give me shudders in a whisper
Take me up ’til I’m shooting a star
Girls on film (she’s more than a lady)
Girls on film
Girls on film (two minutes later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (see you together)
Girls on film
Girls on film (see you later)
Girls on film