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You should wear your red galoshesWalking o'er the city prideStreets are paved with heaven's penniesGutters full of suicidesTeddy steadily fell from graceSomewhere near ArcadiaOnce she overheard a voiceThat she didn't hear on the radioVelvet gloves and country clubsWere never going to hold herRinging the necks of silly southern bellesWho wanted to scold herDon't bring me downI'm trouble boundBlue song, red alertWho made Stella hurt?Teddy soon dropped out of sightTurned up in another townChanged her name for the spotlightSinging like a blue bird in a sequin gownShe finally fell and married wellBut I knew it wouldn't lastReversing back into the limelightNo one ever saw her even half plasteredDon't bring me downI'm trouble boundBlue song, red alertWho made Stella hurt?Then she saw those soldier boysThrow their bonnets in the airSelf-made men would pledge their fortunesAnd dream of her and dream of herGenerals in the commissaryOpened up a case of wineChecked the perfume of the corkSaid, 'Made in 1929'They used her up, to raise moraleFor money and Old GloryHer voice was shot beyond repairBut this is not the last act of this storyThe night is black as cracked shellacAbandoned in an atticStella is silent as the graveUntil the needle drags her through the staticDon't bring me downI'm trouble boundBlue song, red alertWho made Stella hurt?