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?
so, what difference does it make?
it makes none
but you have gone
and your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
So, no more apologies
no more apologies
I'm too tired
I'm too sick and tired
and I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you |