Oh Stella, with your hair so brown
And your lips so red.
Roaming the city streets,
Looking for someone to bed.
Oh Stella, with your shoulders so broad
And hips so wide,
Keep turning those tricks
You’ll never be a bride.
Oh Stella, with your dirty broken nails
And grungy wedding dress
Keep lying and cheating
Your life will always be a mess.
Oh Stella, your fairy-tail dreams are shattered
Your heart is broken in pieces
Walking those lonely streets
With just you and your Maltese.
Go figure!! I'm a poet and don't know it. bahahaha
Have a great weekend everyone!!!