The Smiths – What Difference Does It Make 0

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