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 Because 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 Because 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......
