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 go for younger men Italian types and lots of them I can't believe 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 lies Your name is mentioned It gives me a fright Dishonorable mention Puts you in a new light You've been going downtown slave romancing Nasty, mean and fancy dancing With your nose in plastic 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 word of libel Swear it on a thousand Bibles 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 columns for pictures of you You with the husband, you with the mayor, you with the kids Now who are 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 it for the money Yeah, you've been a nasty girl 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 Honey, honey, honey Do it for the money.
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 go for younger men Italian types and lots of them I can't believe 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 lies Your name is mentioned It gives me a fright Dishonorable mention Puts you in a new light You've been going downtown slave romancing Nasty, mean and fancy dancing With your nose in plastic 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 word of libel Swear it on a thousand Bibles 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 columns for pictures of you You with the husband, you with the mayor, you with the kids Now who are 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 it for the money Yeah, you've been a nasty girl 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 Honey, honey, honey Do it for the money.
