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?
'Cause 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 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 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 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 kinda 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?