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My parents broke down and bought me a guitar
I turned it up high, I strapped it on low
Taped your picture to the mirror, baby and I struck a pose

Cafeteria, I sent you a note yes or no, circle one
You wrote, maybe so, well, its on to plan B
'Cause plan a went all wrong laid the phone
On the bed and I sang you my first song

In a late night telephone serenade

I'm letting my heart roll right off my sleeve
And onto an empty sheet of looseleaf
I'm sure there'll be more but this first one's for you
So go ahead this is where you shoot me down

I got a simple melody clich sounding words
For added effect I put your name in each verse
Don't ask what its called I haven't named it just yet
But if you like I'll put it down on cassette

Would you a like a recess serenade?

I'm letting my heart roll right off my sleeve
And onto an empty sheet of looseleaf
I'm sure there'll be more but this first one's for you
So go ahead this is where you shoot me down

And I really don't care how silly this all sounds
'Cause I know I'm gonna make mistakes the first time around
So I better write this down

I'm letting my heart roll right off my sleeve
And onto an empty sheet of looseleaf
I'm sure there'll be more but this first one's for you
So go ahead this is where you shoot me down

8th grade Valentine's, I'm way over you
Took your picture off the mirror, baby
And started song two

My parents broke down and bought me a guitar
I turned it up high, I strapped it on low