(Maxi: ...wish she wasn't mad)
Oh, I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
(Maxi: There was no fool in her dream [when] she began)
To be proud has never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel
Pauiline Taylor: Mm-hm, mm hm-hm, I've come a long way
(To touch the hem of his garment)
And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool you'll see
(Maxi: It's not too late)
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
(Maxi: There was no fool in her dream [when] she began)
To be proud has never been
So mean, so hard, so stern, so cruel
Pauiline Taylor: Mm-hm, mm hm-hm, I've come a long way
(To touch the hem of his garment)
And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool you'll see
(Maxi: It's not too late)
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
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