8th grade Winter Break,n'Cause I studied hard,nMy parents broke down and bought me a guitar.nnI turned it up high,nI strapped it on low,nTaped your picture to the mirror, baby,nAnd I struck a pose.nnCafeteria,nI sent you a note,nYes or No, Circle onenYou wrote maybe sonnWell, it's on to Plan B,n'cause Plan A went all wrong,nlaid the phone on the bed and I sang you my first song.nnIn a late night telephone serenade.nnI'm letting my heart roll right off my sleeve,nAnd onto an empty sheet of looseleaf.nI'm sure there'll be more,nBut this first one's for you,nSo go ahead this is where you shoot me downnnI got a simple melody,nClich sounding words,nFor added effect I put your name in each verse.nnDon't ask what its called I haven't named it just yet,nBut if you like I'll put it down on cassette.nnWould you a like a recess serenade?nnI'm letting my heart roll right off my sleeve,nAnd onto an empty sheet of looseleaf.nI'm sure there'll be more,nBut this first one's for you,nSo go ahead this is where you shoot me downnnAnd I really don't care how silly this all sounds,n'Cause I know I'm gonna make mistakes the first time around.nSo I better write this down.nnI'm letting my heart roll right off my sleeve,nAnd onto an empty sheet of looseleaf.nI'm sure there'll be more,nBut this first one's for you,nSo go ahead this is where you shoot me downnn8th grade Valentine's,nI'm way over you.nTook your picture off the mirror, babynAnd started song two.n