Women have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high times
I can surely rely on Bo
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for Bo

So what difference does it make?
So what difference does it make?

It makes none - but now they are gone
And Hill must be looking very old tonight

The devil will find work for Hilly's hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why?
Because Bo asked me to
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I've only got red hands
Well I'm still fond of Bo... oh ho oh

So what difference does it make?
So what difference does it make?

Oh it makes none - but now they are gone
And your perjury won't keep you warm tonight

Oh the devil will find work for Hilly's hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because Bo asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me any more
Well I'm still fond of Bo... oh ho oh

But no more apologies
No more no more apologies
Oh 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 Bo... oh ho oh

Oh my sacred One
Oh oh oh....
Oh oh oh....

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