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 alrightMary 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 alrightMary 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 alrightMary 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