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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

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

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