Flea Market Girl (Lazlo Bane)

High above her head the light shines down for a 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 empty grow 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 the foreseen 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