All men have secrets and here is mine

So let it be known

We have been through hell and high tide

And I can sure 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

And I'm still fond of you

And I'm still fond of you

The devil will find work for idle hands to do

So 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

So what difference does it make?

Oh, what difference does it make?

It makes none

But now you have gone

And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight

And I'm still fond of you

And I'm still fond of you

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do

Well I stole, and 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 apologies

I'm too tired

I'm so very tired

And I'm feelin' very sick and ill today

But I'm still fond of you

Oh, I'm still fond of you

But I'm still fond of you

Oh, I'm still fond of you