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 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 The hem of your garment