What Difference Does It Make?

All men have secrets, and here is mine

So let it be known

For we have been through hell and high tide

I think I can rely on you

And yet you start to recoil

Heavy words are so lightly thrown

But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

So what difference does it make?

So what difference does it make?

It makes none

But now you have gone

And you must be looking very old tonight

The devil will find work for idle hands to do

I stole and I lied, and why?

Because you asked me to

But now you make me feel so ashamed

Because I've only got two hands

Well, I'm still fond of you

Oh, oh

So what difference does it make?

Oh, what difference does it make?

Oh, it makes none

But now you have gone

And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do

I stole, and then I lied

Just because you asked me to

But now you know the truth about me

You won't see me anymore

Well, I'm still fond of you

Oh, oh

But no more apologies

No more, no more apologies

Oh, I'm too tired

I'm so sick and tired

And I'm feeling very sick and ill today

But I'm still fond of you

Oh, oh

(Oh, my sacred one)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)