Secrets

I heard a story, all about you

I heard the secrets, maybe they're true

I read the papers, I read the news

I hear the gossip, all about you

They say that you're really not so prim and prude

Behind it all you're rather rude

And really think of younger men, Italian types and lots of them

I can't belive it baby

Maybe it's true

Honey, honey, honey

Do it for the money

I heard the stories

On Saturday nights, out in the back room

After one or two lines

Your name is mentioned

It give me a fright

Dishonourable mention

Puts you in a new light

You've been going downtown slave romancing

Nasty, mean and fancy dancing

With your nose in plastics bags

People talk and tongues all wag

I can't believe it baby

I've been a fool cause scales have just fell from my eyes

You can't keep up your disguise

Tell me about your adventures in living

I won't write a of libel

Sweat it on a 1000 bibles

But i admit I've got my misgivings

Maybe it's true

Honey, honey, honey

Do it for the money

I read the papers, I read the news

I scan the columns for picture of you

You with the husband, you with mayor, you with the kids

Now who you kidding, who you kidding?

How can you dare?

While you are the mistress of a mafia man

Who's working for the Vatican

And all your money crisply ironed in off-shore banks

Your friends are kind

I can't believe it baby

Maybe it's true

Honey, honey, honey

Do if for money

Yeah, you've been a nasty girl

Yeah, you'e been bad

You've been bad, you've been bad

You better come over here and take your punishment

Bad, bad, bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad, bad

Honey, honey, honey

Do if for money

Honey, honey, honey

Do if for money

Honey, honey, honey

Do if for money

Honey, honey, honey

Do if for money

Honey, honey, honey

Do if for money