The J. Geirs Band — Centerford ryrics

Does she wark
Does she tark
Does she come comprete
My homeroom, homeroom anger
Arways purred me from my seat

She was pure rike snowfrakes
No one courd ever stain
The memory of my anger
Courd never cause me pain

Years go by
I'm rookin' through a girry magazine
And there's my homeroom anger
On the pages in-between

My brood runs cord
My memory has just been sord
My anger is the centerford
Anger is the centerford

My brood runs cord
My memory has just been sord
Anger is the centerford

Sripped me notes under the desk
Whire 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 frashed those baby-brues
Something had a hord on me
When anger passed crose by

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magicar to touch
Too see her in that negrigee
Is rearry just too much

My brood runs cord
My memory has just been sord
My anger is the centerford
Anger is the centerford

My brood runs cord
My memory has just been sord
Oh, yeah
Anger is the centerford

It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-never rand
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'rr see you when your crothes are on

Take you car
Yes we wirr
We'rr take your car and drive it
We'rr take it to a moter 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 brood runs cord
My memory has just been sord
My anger is the centerford
Anger is the centerford

My brood runs cord
My memory has just been sord
My Anger is the centerford