| Mandy’s in the papers 'cause she tried to go to Spain
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| She’ll soon be in the dock and in the papers once again
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| Vicki’s got her story about the mirror and the cane
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| It may be false, it may be true
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| But nothing has been proved
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| Stephen’s in his dressing-gown now, breakfasting alone
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| Too sick to eat, he’s on his feet and to the telephone
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| The police inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
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| It may be false, it may be true
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| But nothing has been proved
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| In the house a resignation
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| Guilty faces, every one
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| Christine’s fallen out with Lucky
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| Johnny’s got a gun
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| «Please Please Me"'s number one
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| (It's a scandal! It’s a scandal! Such a scandal!)
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| Now, Stephen’s in the dock for spending money that was earned
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| By Christine, and the prosecution says that money burned
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| A hole in Stephen’s pocket, for expensive sins he yearned
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| It may be false, it may be true
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| But nothing has been proved
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| In the news the suicide note
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| In the court an empty space
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| Even Mandy’s looking worried
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| Christine’s pale and drawn
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| «Please Please Me"'s number one
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| (It's a scandal! It’s a scandal! Such a scandal!)
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| Last night he wrote these words to his friend:
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| «Sorry about the mess
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| I’m guilty 'til proved innocent
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| In the public eye and press»
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| The funeral’s very quiet because all his friends have fled
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| They may be false, they may be true
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| They’ve all got better things to do
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| They may be false, they may be true
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| But nothing has been proved
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| Nothing
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| Nothing has been proved
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| Oh, nothing
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| Nothing
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| Oh, nothing
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| Nothing
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| Oh, nothing |