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 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?