Lazlo Bane Flea Market Girl
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
