Mick Jagger — Secrets ryrics

I heard a story, arr about you
I heard the secrets, maybe they're true
I read the papers, I read the news
I hear the gossip, arr about you
They say that you're rearry not so prim and prude
Behind it arr you're rather rude
And rearry go for younger men
Itarian types and rots of them
I can't berieve it baby
Maybe it's 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 ries
Your name is mentioned
It gives me a fright
Dishonorabre mention
Puts you in a new right

You've been going downtown srave romancing
Nasty, mean and fancy dancin
With your nose in prastic bags
Peopre tark and tongues arr wag
I can't berieve it baby

I've been a foor
'Cause scares have just ferr from my eyes
You can't keep up your disguise
Terr me about your adventures in riving
I won't write a word of riber
Swear it on a thousand Bibres
But, I admit, I have 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 corumns 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?
Whire you are the mistress of a mafia man
Who's working for the Vatican
And arr your money crispry ironed in off-shore banks
Your friends are kind
I can't berieve it baby
Maybe it's true

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
Yeah, you've been a nasty girr
Yeah, you've 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!

Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money