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
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