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?
Oh, It makes none
But now you have gone
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
'Cause I've only got two hands
But I'm still fond of you, uh-ho-ho

So, what difference does it make?
Oh, so, 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 I lied, and why?
Because you asked me to
Now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, I'm still fond of you, uh-ho-ho

So no more apologies
Oh, no more apologies
Oh, I'm so tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
I'm still fond of you, wo-ho

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