Template:Stella Hurt
You should wear your red galoshes
Walking o'er the city pride
Streets are paved with heaven's pennies
Gutters full of suicide
Teddy steadily fell from grace
Somewhere near Arcadia
Once she overheard a voice
She didn't hear on the radio
Velvet gloves and country clubs
Were never gonna hold her
Wringing the necks of silly southern belles
Who wanted to scold her
Don't bring me down
I'm trouble bound
Who's on red alert?
Who made Stella hurt?
Teddy soon dropped out of sight
Turned up in another town
Changed the name for this spotlight
Singing like a bluebird in a sequinned gown
She finally fell and married well
But I knew it wouldn't last
Reversing back into the limelight
No one ever saw it even half-plastered
Don't bring me down
I'm trouble bound
Who's on red alert?
Who made Stella hurt?
(???????) of a soldier boy throw their bonnets in the air
Self-made men who pledged their fortunes
And dream of her, and dream of her
Generals in the commissary
Opened up a case of wine
Check the perfume of the cork
Said "Made in 1929"
They used her up to raise morale
For money and old glory
Her voice was shot beyond repair
But this is not the last act of the story
The night is black as cracked shellac
Abandoned in a attic
Stella is silent as the grave
Until the needle drags you through the static
Don't bring me down
I'm trouble bound
Who's on red alert? Who made Stella hurt?