Public servant!
A grass is a grass!
He was as good a WUM as we've had in a long time...
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...
(Chorus) Good night, my sweet princess...