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've leaped in front of a flying bullet for you
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've stolen, I've lied and why?
Because you asked me to But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got two hands
But I'm still fond of you
So what difference does it make?
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've stolen,
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
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