What Difference Does It Make? (BBC) — текст песни (Smiths, The)

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 ...