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Pure at Heart
LYRICSI may not be pure at heart but I loved you,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you.
Day by day I see myself
as the tramp you always said
I would end up being when we´d be through.
I roam aimlessly at night,
mix with every kind of trouble,
giving me a reputation.
Dens, backstreets and strangers´ rooms
are my favourite places.
I don´t get home until it´s dawn.
I may not be pure at heart,
I may not be pure at heart,
I may not be pure at heart but I loved you.
Boys in summertime clothes
surely make me lose my hiccups,
they give me dirty thoughts for days.
I crave constantly for danger,
intrigue seems to turn me on,
complex cases are my soft spot.
I grew up on a diet of dirty french novels,
my hero is Madame Merteuil.
You said that I´m almost vile
and this brought me to my knees
but your news have spread all over town boy,
I´m not blind nor deaf, you see.
I may not be pure at heart...but...are you?
Dream on!
We may not be pure at heart,
for sure we´re not pure at heart
but this doesn´t mean
we don´t deserve a happy ending.
You know, I fall apart everytime you walk by.
Could we accept ourselves as we are
and love like we used to
though we´re not pure,
not pure, we´re not pure at heart?
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