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.
(Refrain)
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.
(Refrain)
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