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 footballers wife tells her troubles and strife
I just dont care in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them
I dont 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 dont think so. I dont think so.
Oh ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire
Wont you dance for me cos I just dont care
What's going on today, I think there's something more,
something more.
And Im gone with the wind like they were before.
But Im believing myself I think there's something more
There must be something more, I think there's something more,
something more.
But the footballers wife tells her troubles and strife
[From: http://www.elyrics.net ]I just dont care in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them
I dont 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 dont think so. I dont think so.
Oh I dont believe in the telling of your stories
throughout your life, there's just something unappealing it
dont catch my eye
it dont catch my eye.
Oh I dont believe in the selling of your glories before you
leave this life
there's so much more to see, I dont believe this is how the
world should be.
But the footballers wife tells her troubles and strife
I just dont care in the end who is she to pretend
That she's one of them
I dont 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 dont think so. I dont think so.
Songwriter(s): Amy Elizabeth Macdonald, Peter Geoffrey Wilkinson
Copyright: Amy Macdonald Limited, Warner/Chappell Music Publishing Ltd
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