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