All men have secrets and here is mine 
So let it be known 
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 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 apology 
Oh, 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-ho-oh 


Oh, my sacred one ...
Oh ...