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......