I am intrinsically no good

I have a heart that's made of wood

And I am only biding time

Only reciting memorized 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

It is 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

I am intrinsically no good

I have a heart that's made of wood

And I am only biding time

Only reciting memorized 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

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

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