She wears a hat in the sun, pink nails and her bleach blond locks
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
And then she'd call me up, just to wake me up
But she's alright, she's alright
And then she'd call me up, so we could meet up
And then she'd hang me up, until she'd wake me up
Mary is my bright red star
Mary is my bright red star
But she's alright, she's alright
We just talk into the night about nothing in particular
But she's alright, she's alright
Mary is my bright red star
But she's alright, she's alright