What Difference Does It Make?

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
Oh, what difference does it make ?
Just because you asked me to
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
So, what difference does it make?
I stole, and then I lied
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh

Oh, oh, oh, ohh
But now you have gone
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
Because you asked me to
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you
Oh, my sacred one

You won't see me anymore
So, what difference does it make?
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why?
Oh, oh, oh
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
So, what difference does it make ?
But now you know the truth about me
But no more apologies
And you must be looking very old tonight

And I'm feelin' very sick and ill today
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Because I've only got two hands
But now you have gone
But I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh

Well, I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
And yet you start to recoil
Oh, it makes none
It makes none
No more, no more apologies

Oh, I'm too tired

And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
I'm so sick and tired