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