You can have your Stella McCartney;
I prefer my Stella Arty.
She makes me tell you what I’m thinking --
only do that when I’m drinking --
otherwise I keep it mum;
let them think I'm playing dumb.
People say my water’s still;
I say silence fits the bill
for someone who prefers to keep
her pretense of being deep.
So I play this silly game --
Keeping Secrets is its name –
and as long as Stella stays
on the shelf, I do okay,
but when she fills my frosted glass,I open my mouth and show my...!