DESCRIPTION:
From her album "This is the Life"
I do not own this song....:

Written and performed by Amy Macdonald. Published by Warner Cappell Music. Produced by Pete Wilkinson. Mixed by Bob Clearmountain & Danton Supple for 140dB. Engineered by Joe Fields. Assistant/ Pro-tools & Editing by Beatriz Artola. Additional production by Joe Fields. Assistant Recording Engineer: Guy Katsav. Executive Producer: Paul Adam. Recorded at Brooklands Road Studio and Soho Recording Studios, London.

Acoustic Guitar: Amy Macdonald
Drums: Adam Falker
Bass Guitar: Jamie Sefton
Electric Guitar: Seton Daunt.
Percussion by: Adam Falker & Pete Wilkinson
Piano, Keyboards, & Programming by: Pete Wilkinson.
Backing vocals: Amy Macdonald
String Arrangements: Pete Wilkinson
Conductor: Audre Riley.
Orchestra
Violins: Laura Melhuish, Jonathan Hill & Richard George.
Violas: Susan Dench & Chris Tumbling.
Cello: Audrey Riley.

℗2007 Melodramatic Records Ltd. ©2007 Melodramatic Records Ltd. The copyright in this sound recording is owned by Melodramatic Records Ltd. and is exclusively licensed to Mercury Records Ltd, A Universal Music Company. All rights of the manufacturer and of the owner of the work produced reserved. Made in EU. BIEM/SABAM. LC01633. 173 212-4.

Sleeve Design: Fury.
Photography: Valerie Philips

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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 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

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?

Thank You :)