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.