In the hair salon in my neighborhood
Where miss Mary washes and styles hair
A girl is watching TV and
dreaming that one day she'll become a star
In the hair salon in my neighborhood
Miss Mary, ah how tired she used to be
But in front of the TV the little girl was dreaming
That one day the lights would be on her
And one morning, at John the grocer's on the corner
She heard about that talent show everyone goes on
She just had to sign up
And perhaps she'd manage to escape from the hair salon
To become a star
Star, star, star
To become a star,
Star, star, star
Star, star, star
So the time came when she had to sing in front of the judges
Her legs were shaking, afraid she might make a mistake
And her little heart was beating fast
But her little voice was palpitating passionately
All of a sudden, looking at her the set
Seemed enchanted by her freshness
With zoom ins on her face the nation was watching
Her tears when she was thanking them
On the next day, the phone was ringing
The morning shows had brought her on without wasting time
They'd tell her ''you're the next star''
And miss Mary was proud watching from the sidelines
And she became a star
Star, star, star
And she became a star
Star, star, star
Star, star, star
Anything seemed possible for her
She'd listen to the stylist attentively
Perhaps she'll do the advert for that light yogurt
Or she'll be the opening act for a famous singer
Now the best are doing her make-up and dressing her
And turned her from a beauty into a stunner
They'd tell her ''My dear, I suggest you dare to
Wear Louboutin heels with a Che Guevera t-shirt''
She remembers those magazines in the hair salon
Now all of them are there and they've come to ask her
If she would do a naked photoshoot
And if she was interested in singing
In Eurovision
Since she's a star
Star, star, star
Since she's a star
Star, star, star
Star, star, star
Now it's been about six months
And that manager hasn't called
The morning shows seem to have forgotten about her
And miss Mary applied for and got a loan
To no avail, she flips through the magazines
There's another gal on the front page
Nobody recognizes her in the street anymore
Except for John the grocer on the corner
In the hair salon in my neighborhood
Where miss Mary washes and styles hair
A girl, who one day for a while
Had become a star, is watching TV
She was a star
Star, star, star
She was a star
Star, star, star
She was a star
Star, star, star
She was a star
Star, star, star
Star, star, star