Mary is my bright red starnShe caught the train to work in the morning when she got upnAnd then she'd call me up, just to wake me upnBut she's alrightnShe's alrightnnMary is my bright red starnShe likes to look at the pink sky just before the day turns darknAnd then she'd call me up, just to wind me upnBut she's alrightnShe's alrightnnMary is my bright red starnShe wears a hat in the sun, pink nails and her bleach blond locksnAnd then she'd call me up, so we could meet upnBut she's alrightnShe's alrightnnMary is my bright red starnWe just talk into the night about nothing in particularnAnd then she'd hang me up, until she'd wake me upnBut she's alrightnShe's alrightnShe's alrightnShe's alright