Secrets
Mick Jagger Lyrics


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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 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
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, youu 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

Overall Meaning

In the song "Secrets" by Mick Jagger, the singer admits to hearing rumors and secrets about someone, possibly a lover or acquaintance, and not knowing whether to believe them or not. The lyrics suggest that the subject of the rumors is not as prim and proper as they may appear to be. Some of the rumors involve having relationships with much younger men, specifically Italian men, and indulging in drug use.


The chorus of the song, "Honey, honey, honey! Do it for the money," implies that the subject is doing all these things for financial gain. The singer expresses disbelief in the rumors but admits to having misgivings. Towards the end of the song, the singer seems to have believed the rumors, calling the subject a "nasty girl" who needs to be punished.


Overall, the song "Secrets" is a commentary on the idea of appearances being deceiving and the lengths some people will go to for money and power.


Line by Line Meaning

I heard a story, all about you
I came across a story about you


I heard the secrets, maybe they're true
I learned some secrets about you which I believe to be true


I read the papers, I read the news
I keep myself updated by reading the latest news


I hear the gossip, all about you
I come across a lot of gossip about you


They say that you're really not so prim and prude
People say that you're not reserved and modest as you seem to be


Behind it all you're rather rude
In reality, you have a rude nature


And really go for younger men
You are attracted to younger men


Italian types and lots of them
You prefer Italian men and many of them


I can't believe it baby
It's hard for me to accept this


Maybe it's true
Perhaps it could be true


Honey, honey, honey!
An expression of disappointment or frustration


Do it for the money
Your actions are driven by money


On Saturday night, out in the back room
On a Saturday night, in a private room, a conversation ensues


After one or two lies
After a few lies, the topic of discussion turns to you


Your name is mentioned
Your name is brought up in the conversation


It gives me a fright
It shocks me


Dishonorable mention
Your reputation is tarnished


Puts you in a new light
It changes the way people perceive you


You've been going downtown slave romancing
You've been flirting with the lower class men in town


Nasty, mean and fancy dancin
You've been behaving in a nasty and mean way while showing off your dance moves


With your nose in plastic bags
You've been snorting drugs


People talk and tongues all wag
People gossip about your actions


I've been a fool
I was foolish


'Cause scales have just fell from my eyes
I've just realized the truth


You can't keep up your disguise
You can no longer hide your true self


Tell me about your adventures in living
Share with me about your life experiences


I won't write a word of libel
I won't write anything defamatory


Swear it on a thousand Bibles
I swear on the Bible that I'm telling the truth


But, I admit, I have got my misgivings
However, I still have doubts


I scan the columns for pictures of you
I search the columns for any pictures of you being mentioned in the news


You with the husband, you with the mayor, youu with the kids
The news depicts you with your husband, the mayor, and the kids


Now who are you kidding, who you kidding?
Who are you trying to fool?


How can you dare?
How can you be so bold?


While you are the mistress of a mafia man
When you are involved with a mafia man


Who's working for the Vatican
Who is employed by the Vatican


And all your money crisply ironed in off-shore banks
All your money is laundered through offshore banks


Your friends are kind
Your friends are good to you


I can't believe it baby
It's hard for me to accept this


Yeah, you've been a nasty girl
You've been behaving badly


Yeah, you've been bad
You've been naughty


You better come over here
Come here and face the consequences


And take your punishment
Accept punishment for your actions




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