And behold little Angelique; very pretty and quite romantic.
She's the Angel who's staying with me, and me?
I'm the Devil at the end of the hall.
She listened to the tale of my life; poor thing may have gotten bored!
But that's ok, she added color to the life,
of the Devil at the end of the hall.
CHORUS
I don't know your Mother,
But I love you like a Father
With my soul that is so old and dark.
In the whiteness of your soul,
I etched the tale
of the Devil at the end of the hall.
And behold my little Angelique; she has learned that life is tragic.
She's the Angel who once stayed with me, and me?
Still the Devil at the end of the hall.
CHORUS
I don't know your Mother,
But I love you like a Father
With my soul that is so old and dark.
In the whiteness of your soul,
I etched the tale
of the Devil at the end of the hall.
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