Hem of Your Garment
I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And 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
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
Yeah yeah, oh no
I am intrinsically no good
I have a heart that's made of wood
And 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
No, no, I'm not fit to touch
The hem of your garment
Yeah yeah, alright, ah no
Autor(es): John McCrea
