What Difference Does It Make - The Smiths

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known

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 ho 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 ho oh

But no more apologies
No more  apologies
Oh  I'm too tired

I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feelin' very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you  oh ho oh

Oh  my sacred one