| Song | Pure Of Heart |
| Artist | Stevie Jackson |
| Album | (I Can't Get No) Stevie Jackson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sitting with my lunchbox | |
| Plain bread “Mother’s Pride” | |
| Brown crust on the outside | |
| I couldn’t take my eyes off her | |
| She was playing and I was staying pure of heart | |
| From boy to man, the awkward stance | |
| The guitar chords and also-rans | |
| The brown suede for the 60’s look | |
| The out of timeness, fashion blindness | |
| All the same I remained pure of heart | |
| Dreaming of fame and all its glory | |
| The main thing I longed for was love | |
| The main thing I longed for was love | |
| The scent of togetherness | |
| The lavender upon her dress | |
| The girl in the garret stepping into time | |
| Lovers, friends, let friends be lovers | |
| Now I know, I’ll need no other | |
| I am pure of heart | |
| Explorations there to find | |
| Ego-tripping on my mind | |
| Too late for the garret, to the garret I said goodbye | |
| Lavender girl just shook her head and smiled and said | |
| “Where’s the Pure of Heart?” | |
| Flatter all the lovers you call friends | |
| Who knows who is true and who pretends | |
| Back to the starting post | |
| Back to what means the most | |
| Take a look at all that I have learned | |
| Need a friend to be my lover | |
| And I know there’ll be other | |
| I’ll be pure of heart | |
| Come on take my hand and make me pure of heart |
| Sitting with my lunchbox | |
| Plain bread " Mother' s Pride" | |
| Brown crust on the outside | |
| I couldn' t take my eyes off her | |
| She was playing and I was staying pure of heart | |
| From boy to man, the awkward stance | |
| The guitar chords and alsorans | |
| The brown suede for the 60' s look | |
| The out of timeness, fashion blindness | |
| All the same I remained pure of heart | |
| Dreaming of fame and all its glory | |
| The main thing I longed for was love | |
| The main thing I longed for was love | |
| The scent of togetherness | |
| The lavender upon her dress | |
| The girl in the garret stepping into time | |
| Lovers, friends, let friends be lovers | |
| Now I know, I' ll need no other | |
| I am pure of heart | |
| Explorations there to find | |
| Egotripping on my mind | |
| Too late for the garret, to the garret I said goodbye | |
| Lavender girl just shook her head and smiled and said | |
| " Where' s the Pure of Heart?" | |
| Flatter all the lovers you call friends | |
| Who knows who is true and who pretends | |
| Back to the starting post | |
| Back to what means the most | |
| Take a look at all that I have learned | |
| Need a friend to be my lover | |
| And I know there' ll be other | |
| I' ll be pure of heart | |
| Come on take my hand and make me pure of heart |
| Sitting with my lunchbox | |
| Plain bread " Mother' s Pride" | |
| Brown crust on the outside | |
| I couldn' t take my eyes off her | |
| She was playing and I was staying pure of heart | |
| From boy to man, the awkward stance | |
| The guitar chords and alsorans | |
| The brown suede for the 60' s look | |
| The out of timeness, fashion blindness | |
| All the same I remained pure of heart | |
| Dreaming of fame and all its glory | |
| The main thing I longed for was love | |
| The main thing I longed for was love | |
| The scent of togetherness | |
| The lavender upon her dress | |
| The girl in the garret stepping into time | |
| Lovers, friends, let friends be lovers | |
| Now I know, I' ll need no other | |
| I am pure of heart | |
| Explorations there to find | |
| Egotripping on my mind | |
| Too late for the garret, to the garret I said goodbye | |
| Lavender girl just shook her head and smiled and said | |
| " Where' s the Pure of Heart?" | |
| Flatter all the lovers you call friends | |
| Who knows who is true and who pretends | |
| Back to the starting post | |
| Back to what means the most | |
| Take a look at all that I have learned | |
| Need a friend to be my lover | |
| And I know there' ll be other | |
| I' ll be pure of heart | |
| Come on take my hand and make me pure of heart |