FREAJJ

jag har lyssnat bort halva dagen med smiths och morrissey.
det är deprimerande och jag tänker bara på folk som jag inte umgås med längre as you can see

All men have secrets and here is mine, so let it be known
For 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, aha ho

So what difference does it make?
What difference does it make?
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, aha ho

But no more apologies
No more apologies
I'm too tired
I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
But I'm still fond of you, aha ho