I wear,   You down,   I walk into the room,   And it gets much colder.      Each limb's,   A tonne,   Then my hundredweight head,   And I sink through the carpet.      I am sunk,   So low.      What's the matter with you?   You wear your monday morning face, I know,   You think i'm a waste of your time, hello,    I'm no-one you'd want to meet.      I grind you down,   I walk into the room,   And it gets much darker.      Each limb's,   A tonne,   Then my hundredweight head,    And I sink through the carpet.      I am sunk,   So low.      What's the matter with you?   You wear your monday morning face, I know,   You think i'm a waste of your time, hello,    I'm no-one you'd want to meet.