HELLO. THIS HAS THE SAME CHORD SEQUENCE FOR THE WHHOOOLLLE SONG. Verse. Fm (133111@1) Cm (x3101x@1) Oh Mr James Dean, he don't belong to anything C#Oh (x43121@1)he left before they could get him G# (xx1114@1) G#maj7 (xx4321@3) With their ways, their wicked ways Fm (133111@1) CmOh (x3101x@1)Marilyn Monroe, where did you go? C#I (x43121@1)didn't hear all your stories G# (xx1114@1) G#maj7I (xx4321@3)didn't see all your glory CHORUS. FmBut (133111@1)the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife CmI (x3101x@1)just don't care in the end Cm (cont.) Who is she to pretend C#That (x43121@1)she's one of them? G# (xx1114@1) G#maj7I (xx4321@3)don't think so FmAnd (133111@1)the girl from that show Yes the one we all know CmShe (x3101x@1)thinks she's some kinda star Yes you know who you are C# (x43121@1) G#I (xx1114@1)don't think so, I don't think so [REPEAT THE SAME CHORDS FOR THE REST OF THE SONG AND THAT'S IT PRETTY MUCH IN A NUTSHELL] 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?