Footballer's Wife

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?