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?