I'll get the door Mrs. Jackson
I'll get the press and reporters too
I'll wait outside your heart
You're not a throw away film star
There's something different about you
And I'll wait outside you heart
Chorus:
Cross my heart, I would die
Shove a needle in my eye
Be your sugar, I could try
Where's the papers, let me sign
All I want is to be wanted by you
How is your head Mrs. Jackson
How about a pain killer pill or two
I'll wait outside your heart
What in the hell are they saying
They'll never understand me or you
And I'll wait outside your garage,
and your house, and your restaurant
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