Secrets lyrics - Mick Jagger song

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, bad!
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money.