I'm 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