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