Well, I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
Songwriters: Johnny Marr, Stephen Morrissey
Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you
Because you asked me to
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Just because you asked me to
All men have secrets and here is mine
So, what difference does it make?
And yet you start to recoil
...
Because I've only got two hands
Well, I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
I'm so sick and tired
Oh, my sacred one
The devil will find work for idle hands to do
You won't see me anymore
And you must be looking very old tonight
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
So let it be known
And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight
Oh, oh, oh
But no more apologies
I stole, and then I lied
I think I can rely on you
And I'm feelin' very sick and ill today
For we have been through hell and high tide
So, what difference does it make ?
No more, no more apologies
It makes none
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
Oh, I'm too tired
But now you know the truth about me
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Oh, it makes none
Oh, what difference does it make ?
Publisher: MARR SONGS
I stole and I lied, and why?
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
So, what difference does it make?
But I'm still fond of you, oh ho oh
But now you have gone
But now you have gone