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
etc

Amy Macdonald
"Footballer's Wife"
2007