Mick Jagger

(Jagger)
I heard a story, all about you
I heard the secrets, maybe theyre true
I read the papers, I read the news
I hear the gossip, all about you
They say that youre really not so prim and prude
Behind it all youre rather rude
And really go for younger men
Italian types and lots of them
I cant believe it baby
Maybe its true
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
I heard the stories
On saturday night, out in the back room
After one or two lies
Your name is mentioned
It gives me a fright
Dishonorable mention
Puts you in a new light
Youve been going downtown slave romancing
Nasty, mean and fancy dancin
With your nose in plastic bags
People talk and tongues all wag
I cant believe it baby
Ive been a fool
Cause scales have just fell from my eyes
You cant keep up your disguise
Tell me about your adventures in living
I wont write a word of libel
Swear it on a thousand Bibles
But, I admit, I have got my misgivings
Maybe its true
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
I read the papers, I read the news
I scan the columns for pictures of you
You with the husband, you with the mayor, youu with the kids
Now who are you kidding, who you kidding?
How can you dare?
While you are the mistress of a mafia man
Whos working for the Vatican
And all your money crisply ironed in off-shore banks
Your friends are kind
I cant believe it baby
Maybe its true
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
Yeah, youve been a nasty girl
Yeah, youve been bad
Youve been bad, youve been bad
You better come over here
And take your punishment
Bad, bad, bad! Bad, bad, bad!
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
[ Secrets Lyrics ]