All men have secrets
and here is mine
So let it be known
For 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 now you have gone
And your prejudice
won't keep you warm tonight
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
But I'm still fond of you
But no more apologies
No more apologies
I'm too tired
I'm so very tired
and I'm feeling
very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you
Oh my sacred one!!!
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