All men have secrets and here is minenSo let it be knownnWe have been through hell and high tide, I can surely rely on you?nAnd yet you start to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrownnBut still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for younnSo, what difference does it make?nSo, what difference does it make?nnIt makes none but you have gonenAnd you must be looking very old tonightnThe devil will find work for idle hands to donI stole and I lied, and why? because you asked me to!nBut now you make feel so ashamed because I've only got two hands well, nI'm still fond of younnSo, what difference does it make?nIt makes none but you have gone and your prejudice won't keep you warm tonightnThe devil will find work for idle hands to donI stole and I lied, and why? just because you asked me to! nBut you know the truth about me you won't see me anymore, nI'm still fond of younnSo, no more apologies no more apologies I'm too tired nI'm too sick and tired and I'm feeling very sick and ill todaynBut I'm still fond of you