There's a grandfather clock in the corner
With a smile on it's face
Chairs and tables, expensive labels
Velvet curtains and laceEvery day when I go in there
I will buy a thing or two
But money can't buy everything
'Cause what I really want is youOh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I haveNow my house is an empty garden
And the shop is so bare
All these things that I bought mean nothing
'Cause Angelique is still thereIt'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 anymoreOh, Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Antique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I haveTake 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 beforeAntique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Antique Angelique, close the door
And now you're everything I haveAntique Angelique, you mean more to me
Than everything I have
Antique Angelique