I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And 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
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