The Smiths - 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 ? 

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, no more apologies 

Oh, I'm too tired 

I'm so sick and tired 

And I'm feeling very sick and ill today 

But I'm still fond of you, oh-ho-oh 

Oh, my sacred one ... 

Oh ...