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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amy Macdonald
Amy Macdonald
Vocals
Pete Wilkinson
Pete Wilkinson
Keyboards
Laura Melhuish
Laura Melhuish
Violin
Jonathan Hill
Jonathan Hill
Violin
Richard George
Richard George
Violin
Audrey Riley
Audrey Riley
Cello
Jamie Sefton
Jamie Sefton
Bass Guitar
Adam Falkner
Adam Falkner
Drums
Seton Daunt
Seton Daunt
Electric Guitar
Susan Dench
Susan Dench
Viola
Chris Tumbling
Chris Tumbling
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Wilkinson
Pete Wilkinson
String Arranger
Laura Melhuish
Laura Melhuish
String Arranger
Jonathan Hill
Jonathan Hill
String Arranger
Richard George
Richard George
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Wilkinson
Pete Wilkinson
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Joe Fields
Joe Fields
Engineer
Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
Assistant Engineer
Guy Katsav
Guy Katsav
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 footballers' 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 footballers' 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 footballers' 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
Writer(s): Amy Elizabeth Macdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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