Alright, I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And I am only biding time
Only reciting memorized linesAnd I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
And no, no, I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garmentI 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 killAnd I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
And no, no, I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment, yea yea, yeaI am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And I'm only biding time
Only reciting memorized linesAnd I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
And no, no, I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garmentNo, no, I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
And no, no I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment, yea yea, ha
Yaa, yea, huh, alright, oh no, hoo, hey, hey
Hoo, ah, huh, huh, huh, huh, say
Hoo, hoo, hey, hey, hoo, hoo