(LancasterYoung)

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......