Centerfold
Status Quo Lyrics


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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
The years go by and I'm looking through some girlie magazine
And there's my hometown angel on the pages in between
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

Slipping 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
Something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by
Those soft and fuzzy sweaters, so magical to touch
To see her in that negligee is really just too much.

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

Come on
Nah nah nah nah nah nah

It's okay, I understand
This ain't no never-never land
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
Take it to a hotel room, and get '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 got to buy it

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





Come on
Nah nah nah nah nah nah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Status Quo's song "Centerfold" tell a story of a boy who had a crush on a girl in his class who was quiet and pure as snowflakes. He would slip notes under her desk, but was too shy to make a move. Years later, as an adult, he is looking through a magazine and sees a centerfold of a beautiful woman. To his shock and surprise, he realizes it is his former classmate, the angel from his homeroom. He remembers her soft, fuzzy sweaters and the effect she had on him when she passed by. The realization that his former crush has posed for a centerfold leaves him feeling conflicted and a part of him feels as though his memories have been stripped away.


The song is about the desires of the male gaze and the hold that sexuality can have on a person's mind. The lyrics describe how the image of a beautiful woman can be so powerful that the memory of someone who had been pure and innocent can be distorted, and how women can be seen as objects to be consumed.


Line by Line Meaning

Does she walk? Does she talk?
Is she the complete package - beautiful, smart, kind, and easy to talk to?


Does she come complete?
Is she everything I need in a partner and more?


My homeroom homeroom angel always pulled me from my seat
I always had a crush on a girl in my class who was smart, pretty, and had a good heart. She was always there for me when I needed her, and I admired and respected her greatly.


She was pure like snowflakes, no one could ever stain
She was innocent and kind, with a heart of gold that nobody could corrupt.


The memory of my angel could never cause me pain
Even though we never became a couple, I always cherished the memories of my angel and was grateful for the time we spent together.


The years go by and I'm looking through some girlie magazine
Years later, as an adult, I stumbled upon a magazine with scantily clad women and started flipping through it out of curiosity.


And there's my hometown angel on the pages in between
To my surprise and dismay, the centerfold of the magazine was none other than my homeroom angel from high school.


My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold
I feel a sense of shock and betrayal, like my very soul has been exposed to a cold, harsh reality.


My angel is a centerfold, angel is a centerfold
My beautiful, innocent angel from high school is now reduced to a mere object of male fantasy, gracing the pages of a men's magazine.


Slipping notes, under the desk
As a shy teenager, I often communicated with my angel through secret notes passed between us in class.


While I was thinking about her dress
During class, my mind would often wander to visions of my angel looking beautiful in her dress or other clothing.


I was shy, I turned away, before she caught my eye
I was too scared to make a move or express my feelings for my angel, so I would often avoid eye contact or look away when she was around.


I was shakin' in my shoes whenever she flashed those baby blues
Her beautiful blue eyes had a mesmerizing effect on me, causing my heart rate to increase and my hands to shake uncontrollably.


Something had a hold on me when Angel passed close by
There was an inexplicable gravitational pull that drew me towards her whenever she was near, making it hard for me to focus on anything else.


Those soft and fuzzy sweaters, so magical to touch
My angel had a penchant for wearing soft, cozy sweaters that were fun to touch and completely irresistible to me.


To see her in that negligee is really just too much.
Seeing her dressed in lingerie or other intimate clothing was a fantasy beyond my wildest dreams, something that was too much for me to handle.


It's okay, I understand
I come to terms with the fact that my angel is now an object of male desire, knowing I cannot change the past.


This ain't no never-never land
I know that life is not always fair, and sometimes the people we hold in high regard make choices that are not ideal.


I hope that when this issue's gone
I hope that I can eventually move on from this incident and accept the fact that my angel is a centerfold.


I'll see you when your clothes are on
I hope to see my angel again one day, but in a different light where she is not sexualized and objectified in this way.


Take your car, yes we will, we'll take your car and drive it
I am determined to take action and do something about the situation, so I suggest we leave and get away from all of this negativity.


Take it to a hotel room, and get 'em off in private
I suggest we find a hotel room where we can be alone and intimate, away from the prying eyes of the public or society's judgment.


A part of me has just been ripped
I feel like a part of my sense of identity or moral compass has been ripped away or compromised by this situation.


The pages from my mind are stripped
The memories I once held dear of my angel have now been tainted by the knowledge that she was once a centerfold model.


Oh no, I can't deny it
I cannot deny the fact that this has affected me deeply and I am struggling to cope with the repercussions.


Oh yeah, I guess I got to buy it
In the end, I decide to buy the magazine and keep it, as a reminder of this moment and the wake-up call it has given me about life and human nature.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Seth Justman

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