David Brent - Paris Nights

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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…