Flea Market Girl by Lazlo Bane Lyrics

High above her head
The light shines down
For her brother
Selfless is her brighter

Smile that fills the room
Now you can see
A little better
You find your eyes are open

Wider to the world
And that's chance that I never

I never had before an
Accidental stumble find
On antique road
Down past the butter farm

It was Sunday when I found
Flea market girl
For one five-dollar bill
Flea market girl
You're an easy sale
Flea market girl
You could be my Steinbeck Pearl
Flea market girl

Have the Sunday news
In a wood-stained box
Is where I put her
I drove down 101 to

Have her home by noon
And place her high
Upon the mantle
I never had before seen

Such a graceful gypsy smile
She plays the tambourine
With my guitar

It was Sunday when I found
Flea market girl

For one five-dollar bill
Flea market girl
You're an easy sale
Flea market girl
You could be my Steinbeck Pearl
Flea market girl