Footballer's Wife
Oh Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anythingOh he left before they could get himWith their ways, their wicked ways
Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go?I didn't hear all your storiesI didn't see all your glory
But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?I don't think soAnd the girl from that showYes the one we all knowShe thinks she's some kinda starYes you know who you areI don't think so, I don't think so
Oh Ginger Rogers, Fred AstaireWon't you dance for me cos I just don't careWhat's going on todayI think there's something more, something more
And I'm gone with the wind like they were beforeBut I'm believing myself I think there's something moreThere must be something moreI think there's something more, something more
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?I don't think soAnd the girl from that showYes the one we all knowShe thinks she's some kinda starYes you know who you areI don't think so, I don't think so
Oh I don't believe in the telling of your storiesThroughout your life, there's just something unappealingIt don't catch my eyeIt don't catch my eyeOh I don't believe in the selling of your gloriesBefore you leave this life, there's so much more to seeI don't believe this is how the world should be
But still the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?I don't think soAnd the girl from that showYes the one we all knowShe thinks she's some kinda starYes you know who you areI don't think so, I don't think so
The footballer's wife tells her troubles and strifeI just don't care in the endWho is she to pretendThat she's one of them?