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
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It may be false
it may be true
but nothing has been proved.
Stephen's in his dressin-gown now
breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat
he's on his feet and to the telephone.
The polioce inspector soothes him with his sympathetic tone
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It may be false
it may be true
but nothing has been proved.
In the house a resignation
guilty faces
every 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 money
that was earned by Christine.
And the prosecution says
that money burned a hole in Stephen's pocket
For expensive sins he yearned
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It may be false
it may be true
but nothing has been proved.
In the news the suicide note
in 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 false
they may be true
They've all got better things to do.
They may be false
they may be true
But nothing has been proved
nothing has been proved.