Give me some oxygen Like every morning, the sun comes up At 7.30 I open my window, I dress, put on make up, something black coffee My glasses, my little suitcase This evening something something The mirrors of the corridor, my figure, my silhouette The elevator scares me At every floor that it goes Give me, give some oxygen That's about as much as I could be bothered, I'm really lazy I couldn't hear everything she's saying because she mumbles at times