There's a grandfather clock in the corner
   With a smile on it's face
   Chairs and tables, expensive labels
   Velvet curtains and lace
   Every day when I go in there
   I will buy a thing or two
   But money can't buy everything
   'Cos what I really want is you
  
   Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
   Than everything I have
   Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
   Than everything I have
  
   Now my house is an empty garden
   And the shop is so bare
   All these things that I bought mean nothing
   'Cos Angelique is still there
   It's too late now to forget her
   She means far too much to ignore
   Now I'm haunted with memories
   That I just can't stand anymore
  
   Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
   Than everything I have
   Oh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
   Than everything I have
  
   Take back the table, the velvet and lace
   The chairs, and the clock with the smile on it's face
   Take them all and stand them where they were before
  
   Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
   Than everything I have
   Oh, Antique Angelique, close the door, and now
   You're everything I have
   Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
   Than everything I have
   Antique Angelique......