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HELLO.
THIS HAS THE SAME CHORD SEQUENCE FOR THE WHHOOOLLLE SONG.
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Oh Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anything
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Oh he left before they could get him
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With their ways, their wicked ways
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Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go?
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I didn't hear all your stories
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I didn't see all your glory
CHORUS.
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But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife
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I just don't care in the end
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Who is she to pretend
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That she's one of them?
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I don't think so
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And the girl from that show
Yes the one we all know
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She thinks she's some kinda star
Yes you know who you are
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I don't think so, I don't think so
[REPEAT THE SAME CHORDS FOR THE REST OF THE SONG AND THAT'S IT PRETTY MUCH IN A NUTSHELL]
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
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
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 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?
