Footballer's 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 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