All men have secrets, here is mine
So let it be known
We have been through hell and high tide
That means I can rely on you
Still, you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
Still, I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you

What difference does it make?
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
Now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got two hands
But I'm still fond of you
Whoa-oh

What difference does it make?
What difference does it make?
It makes none
Now you have gone
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
But I'm still fond of you
[Solo]

So no more apologies
No, no more apologies
I'm too tired
Yeah, I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you