Hem Of Your Garment

I am intrinsically no good

I have a heart that's made of wood

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

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

I am only biding time

Only reciting memorized lines

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