I am intrinsically no good

I have a heart that's made of wood

I am only biding time

Only reciting memerized lines

And I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment

No no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment



I have no love but only goals

How very empty is my soul

It is a soul that feels no thrill

A soul that could easily kill

And I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment

No no I'm not fit to touch the hem of your garment



Repeat 1st verse