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