Bright Red Star

Mary is my bright red star
She caught the train to work in the morning when she got up And then she’d call me up, just to wake me up But she’s alright
She’s alright
Mary is my bright red star
She likes to look at the pink sky just before the day turns dark
And then she’d call me up, just to wind me up But she’s alright
She’s alright
Mary is my bright red star
She wears a hat in the sun, pink nails and her bleach blond locks
And then she’d call me up, so we could meet up But she’s alright
She’s alright
Mary is my bright red star
We just talk into the night about nothing in particular
And then she’d hang me up, until she’d wake me up But she’s alright
She’s alright
She’s alright
She’s alright