Nothing Has Been Proved by Dusty Springfield

Mandy's in the papers
'Cause she tried to go to 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 false
It may be true

But nothing has been proved
Stephen's in his dressing gown now
Breakfasting alone
Too sick to eat
He's on his feet and to the telephone
The police inspector soothes him
With his sympathetic tone
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, please, me's number one

(It's a scandal, it's a scandal, such a scandal)

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
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 drawn
Please, please, me's number one

(It's a scandal, it's a scandal, such a scandal)

Last night he wrote these words to his friend
Sorry about the mess
I'm guilty till 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

Nothing has been proved
No, nothing

Nothing

No, nothing

Nothing

No, nothing