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 filmstar

There's something different about you

And I'll wait outside your heart



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Cross my heart, I would die

Shove the 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 you 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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