I 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 favorite places
I don't get home untill 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 Marseille
You said that I'm almost vile
And this brought me to my knees
But your news has spread all over town boy!
I'm not blind nor deaf, you see
We may not be pure at heart
For sure we're not pure at heart
But this doesn't mean
That we can't dream of happy endings
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 at heart?