Oh Mr James Dean He don't belong to anything Oh he left before they could get him With their ways, their wicked ways
Oh Marilyn Monroe Where did you go? I didn't hear all these stories I didn't see all your glory
But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife I just don't care in the end Who is she to pretend That she's one of them? I don't think so And the girl from that show Yes the one we all know She thinks she's some kind of star Yes you know who you are I don't think so I don't think so
Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care What's going on today I think there's something more, something more
And I'm gone with the wind like they were before But I believe in myself I think there's something more There must be something more I think there's something more, something more
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife I just don't care in the end Who is she to pretend That she's one of them? I don't think so And the girl from that show Yes the one we all know She thinks she's some kind of star Yes you know who you are I don't think so I don't think so
Oh I don't believe in the telling of your stories There's just something unappealing It don't catch my eye It don't catch my eye Oh I don't believe in the selling of your glories Before you leave, this life has so much more to see I don't believe this is how the world should be
But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife I just don't care in the end Who is she to pretend That she's one of them? I don't think so And the girl from that show Yes the one we all know She thinks she's some kind of star Yes you know who you are I don't think so I don't think so
The footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife I just don't care in the end Who is she to pretend That she's one of them?
