Footballers wives

If I was a footballers wife I’d look good for my hubby go under the knife

I get a boob job a nose job and golden highlights

And I’d have liposuction to take an inch off my thighs,

If I was a footballer mistress I hire Max Clifford as my agent to cause enough distress

I go to the TV and even the press and I’d be on page three baring my breasts

If I were a footballer mother I’d look at his lifestyle and try for another

I’d try so hard I may not walk for a while

But I’d have arsenal youth academy number on speed dial

If I were a footballers fiancé I’d pose for the cameras whenever they want me

I show I’m fun loving and up for a laugh

As they snap me at Gucci or down at Prim ark

If I was a footballer ex I hope Barcelona would come for him next

Of course I’d worry were he was sent

Cause I’m entitled to future earning’s at forty percent

If I married my footballer king I’d wear petite diamonds and he’d wear the bling

We move to a mansion and raise two or three kids

And I’d try to get a recording contract even thou I can’t sing

If I married my footballer legend I’d count every day as a beautiful blessing

I’d raise the kid’s do the cleaning and cooking

So I can carry on my life as Mrs. Elliott brooking

This was an insight as a footballer wife

And for the last two and a half minutes I enjoyed my life

But whether you think this is real or only a joke

I can’t be a footballer wife come on I’m a BLOKE!

ELLJAY 2005©

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