(Jagger)
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I heard a story, all about you
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I heard the secrets, maybe they're true
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I read the papers, I read the news
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I hear the gossip, all about you
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They say that you're really not so prim and prude
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Behind it all you're rather rude
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And really go for younger men
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Italian types and lots of them
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I can't believe it baby
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Maybe it's true
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Honey, honey, honey!
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Do it for the money
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I heard the stories
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On saturday night, out in the back room
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After one or two lies
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Your name is mentioned
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It gives me a fright
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Dishonorable mention
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Puts you in a new light
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You've been going downtown slave romancing
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Nasty, mean and fancy dancin
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With your nose in plastic bags
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People talk and tongues all wag
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I can't believe it baby
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I've been a fool
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'Cause scales have just fell from my eyes
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You can't keep up your disguise
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Tell me about your adventures in living
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I won't write a word of libel
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Swear it on a thousand Bibles
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But, I admit, I have got my misgivings
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Maybe it's true
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Honey, honey, honey!
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Do it for the money
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I read the papers, I read the news
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I scan the columns for pictures of you
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You with the husband, you with the mayor, youu with the kids
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Now who are you kidding, who you kidding?
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How can you dare?
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While you are the mistress of a mafia man
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Who's working for the Vatican
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And all your money crisply ironed in off-shore banks
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Your friends are kind
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I can't believe it baby
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Maybe it's true
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Honey, honey, honey!
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Do it for the money
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Yeah, you've been a nasty girl
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Yeah, you've been bad
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You've been bad, you've been bad
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You better come over here
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And take your punishment
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Bad, bad, bad! Bad, bad, bad!
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Honey, honey, honey!
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Do it for the money
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Secrets
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Mick Jagger |