Line-up:

Drums: Anton Fig
Bass: Bernard Edwards
Electric guitar: Nile Rodgers
Lead electric guitar: G. E. Smith
Vocals: Mick Jagger
Synthesizers: Rob Sabino
 

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
You do it for the money

I heard the stories
Saturday nights
Out in the back room
After one or two lines

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
And 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

I read the papers
I read the news
I scan the columns
For pictures of you

You with the husbands
You with the mayor
You with the kids, now who are you kidding, who are 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 is crisply ironed
In off-shore banks, your friends are kind

Yeah, you have 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
Come on

Bad, bad, bad, bad
 
 
 

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