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 cos 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.



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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.



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