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