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
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 themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
