(Mid-afternoon: the main bedroom in Stephen Ward's house in Wimpole Mews. CHRISTINE lies in bed between the sheets. JACK PROFUMO is dressing.)
[PROFUMO]
We should get a little flat
Somewhere we could call our own
We deserve a hideaway
Some place we can be alone
I know someone I can phone
Who'll start working right away
He knows Knightsbridge back to front
I'll get on to him today
He will find a pied-à-terre
In a quiet, private square
A romantic secret lair
To continue our aff-
[CHRISTINE]
Thanks, but no
I'm eighteen
There's a world out there
That I've never seen
I'm too young
I can't let you lock me away
[PROFUMO]
We should get a little flat
Somewhere we could call our own
We deserve a hideaway
Some place we can be alone
I know someone I can phone
Who'll start working right away
He knows Knightsbridge back to front
I'll get on to him today
He will find a pied-à-terre
In a quiet, private square
A romantic secret lair
To continue our aff-
[CHRISTINE]
Thanks, but no
I'm eighteen
There's a world out there
That I've never seen
I'm too young
I can't let you lock me away
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