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.

[Chorus]

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