Paris Nights - David Brent

A rose, you never used your thorns

The ones you loved abandoned you

Your angel face made hearts so warm

You helped the sick but who helped you?

Then rushing through the Paris night

They hounded you, you lost control

We prayed that you would be alright

The news came through — Your body cold…

Good night, my sweet princess…

Sleep tight, my sweet princess…

The Queen of Hearts, you used your power

To comfort those in their darkest hour

You hugged a man with full-blown aids

To show the world you can’t catch it that way

It only spread via blood, by sharing needles that are infected

Another way is having anal sex with strangers, unprotected

Good night, my sweet princess…

Sleep tight, my sweet princess…

Good night, my sweet princess…

Sleep tight, my sweet princess…