Cold lyrics 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 layed out before she went to sleep
noone's there but a cup full of coffee
bored she stares at the morning news
Mary files the papers for the boss
of Smith & Watson's data company, 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 pm back to bed in a warm and cosy way