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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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No, nothing |
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Nothing |
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No, nothing |
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Nothing |
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No, nothing |
