Footballers wife

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 your 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 kinda 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’m believing myself I think there's something more
There must be something more, I think there's something more,
something more.

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 kinda 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
throughout your life, 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
there's 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 kinda star, yes you know who you are.
I don’t think so. I don’t think so.