All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
We have been through hell and high tide, I can surely 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 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 feel so ashamed because I've only got two hands well, I'm still fond of you

So, what difference does it make?

It makes none but you have gone and your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why? Just because you asked me to! But you know the truth about me you won't see me anymore, I'm still fond of you
So, no more apologies no more apologies I'm too tired I'm too sick and tired and I'm feeling very sick and I'll today
But I'm still fond of you