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