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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