An ordinary girl, an extraordinary life
Paparazzi everywhere in her spotlight
There's an old white piano, a gown of gold lame',
a dark brown suit that she wore on one of her wedding days

I really have a question, makes me want to sing
Why would you want Marilyn's things?
Is your sorry life so empty, can't you fill it on your own?
Oh why would you want her things..........why?

A toothbrush, some hair clips, stiletto heels sold
We’re so obsessed turning the ordinary into gold

I really have a question, makes me want to sing.
Why would you want Marilyn's things?
Is your sorry life so empty, can't you fill it on your own,
oh why would you want her things.......why?