I heard a storyall about you
I heard the secretsmaybe they're true
I read the papersI read the news
I hear the gossipall 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

Honeyhoneyhoney!
Do it for the money

I heard the stories
On saturday nightout 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
Nastymean and fancy dancin
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
ButI admitI have got my misgivings
Maybe it's true

Honeyhoneyhoney!
Do it for the money

I read the papersI read the news
I scan the columns for pictures of you
You with the husbandyou with the mayoryouu with the kids
Now who are you kiddingwho 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

Honeyhoneyhoney!
Do it for the money
Yeahyou've been a nasty girl
Yeahyou've been bad
You've been badyou've been bad
You better come over here
And take your punishment
Badbadbad! badbadbad!

Honeyhoneyhoney!
Do it for the money