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Mandy's in the papers 'cause she tried to go Spain
She'll soon be in the dock and in the papers once again.
Vicki's got her story about the mirror and the cane-
It may be falseit may be truebut nothing has been proved.
Stephen's in his dressin-gown nowbreakfasting alone
Too sick to eathe's on his feet and to the telephone.
The polioce inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone-
It may be falseit may be truebut nothing has been proved.
In the house a resignationguilty facesevery one
Christine's fallen out with Lucky
Johnny's got a gun.
Please pleas me's number one.
Now Stephen's in the dock for spending moneythat was earned by Christine.
And the prosecution saysthat money burned a hole in Stephen's pocket
For expensive sins he yearned-
It may be falseit may be truebut nothing has been proved.
In the news the suicide notein the court an empty space
Even Mandy's looking worried
Christine's pale and dawn.
Please please me's number one.
Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
Sorry about the mess,I'm guilty 'til proved innocent in the public eye and press.
The funeral's very quiet because all his friends have fled
They may be falsethey may be true
They've all got better things to do.
They may be falsethey may be true
But nothing has been provednothing has been proved.
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