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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