The Smiths - WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE ? (BBC) lyrics

rate me

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 ...