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 your heart      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      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