Cold

Mary gets up at six in the morning
She runs herself a bath
While she's brushing her teeth

Six thirty she's styled and dressed
In the kind of rag she laid out
Before she went to sleep

Noone is there
But a cup full of coffee
Bored she stares
At the morning news

She's feeling cold
Feeling cold
She's feeling cold
Mary's feeling cold

Mary files the papers for the boss
Of Smith and Watson's
Data company, yeah, yeah

From nine to five
She's doing the duties, uh
Trivial matters, fulfilled with dignity

Seven eleven Mary lays out
A dress for another day
Ten p.m. back to bed
In a warm and cozy way

But Mary's feeling cold
She's feeling cold
Feeling cold
She's feeling cold, well

She's feeling cold
Feeling cold
Mary's feeling cold
She's feeling cold
She's feeling cold