Mick Jagger - Secrets Lyrics
I heard a story all about youI heard the secrets, maybe they're trueI read the papers, I read the newsI hear the gossip all about youThey say that you're really not so prim and prudeBehind it all you're rather rudeAnd really go for younger menItalian types and lots of themI can't believe it baby,Maybe it's trueHoney, honey, honey!Do it for the moneyI heard the storiesOn Saturday night, out in the back roomAfter one or two liesYour name is mentionedIt gives me a frightDishonorable mentionPuts you in a new lightYou've been going downtown slave romancingNasty, mean and fancy dancingWith your nose in plastic bagsPeople talk and tongues all wagI can't believe it babyI've been a fool'Cause scales have just fell from my eyesYou can't keep up your disguiseTell me about your adventures in livingI won't write a word of libelSwear it on a thousand BiblesBut, I admit, I have got my misgivingsMaybe it's trueHoney, honey, honey!Do it for the moneyI read the papers, I read the newsI scan the columns for pictures of youYou with the husband, you with the mayor, you with the kidsNow who are you kidding, who you kidding?How can you dare?While you are the mistress of a mafia manWho's working for the VaticanAnd all your money crisply ironed in off-shore banksYour friends are kindI can't believe it babyMaybe it's trueHoney, honey, honey!Do it for the moneyYeah, you've been a nasty girlYeah, you've been badYou've been bad, you've been badYou better come over hereAnd take your punishmentBad, bad, bad, bad, badHoney, honey, honeyDo it for the money
