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