( 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 Chorus 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 (Refrain) Chorus 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